Lilo came to me the other day with a picture she had drawn. In the picture, she explained, sparkles were jumping from Grandpa’s brain into her brain, which is how she became good at art.
She had overheard Sweet Babou and I discussing that her love of drawing, and her talent at it, must have come from my Dad. This had started her wondering just how she got her talent and interest from Grandpa. After some thought, she came up with the idea of brain sparkles.
Did I sit her down and give her a lecture on genetic inheritance, and the complex multi-loci genome? Did I tell her how medical science is very unsure of just what role the genes play in personality, although they clearly have some effect? No I did not. I am all about the brain sparkles now.
Brain sparkles. Greatness.
She brought home her progress report from Kindergarten yesterday, and apparently some of Grandpa’s math sparkles got into her brain along with the art sparkles, since she is doing very well in the subject. This is awesome, since you could run a seine through my brain and find nary a math sparkle. As a feminist, it’s embarrassing because it seems to confirm the “girls are bad at math “ bullshit. Thus, I was very happy that math sparkles appear to twinkle in her noggin.
However, Lilo did get a few sparkles from her Mama. The drama sparkles to be precise.
Her teachers told me that on Spock’s birthday Lilo stood up before her class to make “a very important announcement!” When all eyes were upon her, she declared that “one year ago today, Mommy pushed my little baby sister out of her uterus!” This brought due wonder and joy to her classmates.
Y’all, I cannot wait to see what else arises from the foment of her brain sparkles.
I hope you all have a very, very sparkly day.