So Generous

Wednesday

Nov062019

If the weather is remotely pleasant, I'm probably walking Mila to the bus stop in the morning. It's not that I don't trust her to make it there; it's that she asks me to walk with her. I'm betting that won't last long, so I'm going to go ahead and enjoy it for as long as it lasts. Or until it starts snowing. Whichever comes first.

That trust thing is only valid in the morning, by the way. If I could meet Mila at school each afternoon to make sure she gets on the correct bus home, I would. She knows which bus she belongs on, but she's obsessed with riding any other bus. I don't know why, she just seems to think other buses hold magical powers and will take her to the land of candy and unicorns. One of these days, she is going to swagger on by the bus monitors and take a ride to some stranger's house. She has already tried convincing her teacher that she's supposed to ride a different bus, a thing which requires a written note, so I got a phone call. Which, how fun is that? Getting a call from the elementary school office with a "Mila says she's supposed to ride bus 200 today. Is that correct?" when you're in the middle of a super important business meeting is SO FUN.

ANYWAY.

I walk with the kid most mornings. And most mornings, I am treated to the sarcasm and judginess that is one of the neighbor kids. She is older, probably in 5th grade, but HOOBOY IS SHE SNARKY BEYOND HER YEARS. Most of her snark is passive-aggressive in nature. For example, the entire school is supposed to wear an anti-bullying t-shirt on the first Tuesday of every month. The neighbor kid will stand at the bus stop and loudly proclaim, "I guess not everyone is smart enough to remember their shirt." She doesn't say it to anyone in particular. She just sort of throws it out in the air so that anyone not wearing the shirt can realize she just called them dumb.

So fun. Or something.

Mila has been on the receiving end of the weirdly passive-aggressive thing a bunch of times, but that girl KNOWS how to handle herself. She is oblivious to passive-aggressive and even more oblivious to judgy, in part because she knows what she wants and doesn't care about other opinions. It's a disease with her, and it's a disease I'm glad she has.

Mila wears cat ear headbands A LOT. She has several pair and she loves them muchly.

I don't much care if she wears them because if you can't wear cat ears to kindergarten, where can you wear them? The neighbor kid cares, though. Every time Mila wears them, she passive-aggressively says something like, "Only babies wear weird animal headbands."

It's ... something.

But every time she says something, EVERY SINGLE TIME, Mila looks at her and instantly replies, "You can borrow my headband if you want! It will make you feel happy!"

It's so perfect.