Very Memorable

Zola had her first art class with her new teacher, Ms Bomba. We met her briefly during Beautification Day. When she got home, a I asked her how Art went, and if she liked Ms Bomba.

"Yes, but you know, she didn't recognize me."

"Well, she only met you once."

"But I'm very memorable!"



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Zola's take on the homeless

After her preschool class talked about the homeless and joined a march, Zola was quite concerned about their plight. As noted earlier, she wanted to be a grave robber to help the homeless.

When a building by Eastern Market was abandoned after the historic building was refurbished, Zola told us that they should use it to house the homeless.

Another day, she wondered if they might be able to live in trees.

Still later, we saw a person with a sign asking for help as he was homeless. Zola asked what his sign said and I told her. She looked sympathetic and then alarmed. "Mama, I don't want him to live with us."

I assured her that that wasn't what he was asking for, just money to help find shelter/food etc. She seemed relieved.

Zola's career aspirations

Her fave book for quite a while was "Mummies -- An Ickstory". Basically a book meant to gross out 8-year-old boys. The book is super-explicit and Zee just couldn't get enough of it.

So one day she said, "Papa, I want to be a grave robber" (pronounced wobbler -- see earlier post).

This was later amended to be "I want to be a grave robber that helps the homeless."

Coolest take on the Robin Hood legend I've ever encountered.

Miss Joyce

Zola had a wonderful teacher at her summer camp named Miss Joyce. On the last day of her camp, she declared, "You know? Miss Joyce is just so lovable."

She keeps talking about inviting her to different events ... like her next concert or her wedding. Or maybe she will get to go for a drive with Zola when Zola buys the car of her dreams -- a pink convertible with peace signs and easter eggs painted on it.

On the wedding front, that was one of the only times she was upset with Miss Joyce all summer. I went to pick her up and she said, "Mama, Miss Joyce said I can't marry Brendan."

Me: Why did she say that?

Zee: [silence, then ...] Well, she said that if I want to marry Brendan I have to be a little nicer to him. [apparently Zola had a physical altercation with him earlier that day]

Pronunciations that slay me

Robbers are wobblers. And almost all bad things may be attributed to the wrongdoings of said wobblers.

Confusing is confooozing.

Lid meant look. That one threw the only babysitter Zola ever had for a loop. Babysitter was a certified children's speech therapist and couldn't figure out that Zola was asking her to look at something when Zola would point and say, "Lid! Lid!"