Wit and wisdom, week of April 3

Here is this week's wit and wisdom, a collection of the funny or new things Maggie has said this week. New words are in italics.

• She was tossing a ball toy with Bobby -- you turn it inside-out, toss it on the floor, and the force of it hitting the floor causes it to pop back rightside out. Anyway, she caught it three times and then said, "Let's throw it two more times so I can catch it FIVE TIMES!" Bobby and I stopped in our tracks -- she's not big on math at all, yet she did it here without even meaning to!
• When you ask her what the opposite of inside-out is, she'll tell you "outside-out."
• During this same game, the ball bounced against some pictures hanging on the wall. "That gave me some nervousness," Maggie said.
• We've been using Resurrection Eggs to tell the Easter story, and it's been amazing how quickly she's latched on. She lined up all 12 of the items and retold the story to Bobby after hearing the whole story just once, only forgetting the silver used in Judas's betrayal. One of the resurrection eggs contains a cup representing the Last Supper, so this week we're taking Maggie to see a communion service (our church has a small service of communion every Sunday before the 11 a.m. worship service for those who want to partake weekly). The Easter story has also led to a lot of questions about death. Maggie has long known that after death, we go to heaven and live with God, but lately she's asking questions that go much more in depth, for example: "Does your body die when you die?" and "Will we get a new body in heaven?"
• In the bath tub Thursday night, she mixed soup in the pitcher I use for rinsing her hair. "First we add a little garlic," she instructed. "Then we add a little soap. And a little hay from the wood on our spoon. Stir and stir, and then you have garlic soap soup." Mmmmm.
• One day she took to calling our cat Sandy by a different name -- Thinda. She then invented a story about Thinda's cat (a Littlest Pet Shop cat) being stuck in a tree and insisted, "I have to go rescue her because I'm the best climber. I don't even slip and fall and hurt myself!"
• She made up another story about the above-mentioned Thinda, and people close to her dying. I can't say that it makes a whole lot of sense, but here you go ...
  
  Thinda's grandmother died a month ago. She was 20. She died on her (Thinda's) first Christmas; she was asleep every Christmas, and that was her first Christmas. She woke up because her grandfather woke her up. That was when she was a little, little baby. When it was her first Christmas, her grandfather and grandmother was there. And her grandfather woke her up cause when she was crying 'cause she missed Christmas and her mother heard her crying and she, um, took her out of her crib and said to her, "Say good morning to your grandfather and your grandmother." And so she said it, she was only two years old. And her grandmother died a month ago.
  
  Thinda's daughter ... she died. She hurt her toe; she was running and she hit it on the corner of the wall. She didn't get killed; it made her die. Because first her head disappeared, then her arms, then her hands, then her legs and her feet and her toes. And her tummy disappeared, and her back, and everything disappeared. And even one of their cats died. It was her favorite cat that died. She emailed me a message; she said she really really misses her cat. Last night, she was crying in her bed, snuggled up next to her husband. And then she accidentally put her mouth in her husband's ear and whispered, "Fa lee la lee, do lee lah."

Did I mention she's been focused on death lately ...