What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice and….a hyperdrive.
This is the scene I encountered today in my kitchen.
Small One had pulled the kitchen bench out from under the table, and was using it as a mechanic’s car creeper thing. Since she has never, to my knowledge, ever seen anyone work on a car, I’m not sure how she knew this. I myself had to google “auto mechanic’s tools” just to learn what a car creeper thing is called. You know what I’m talking about; the little flatbed on wheels that mechanics use to move around under cars while they are being repaired. How did my five year old know about this?
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m in the army. I fix cars and machines.”
Way to go, Rosie the Riveter.
I admire her industrious ways. She tinkers away with scissors and tape and a paper wrench that she has made by herself, tapping on and taping the underside of the kitchen table.
“What are you actually doing to the table?” I ask.
“Silly Mom,” she says, laughing at my naiveté while she switches tools. “This is a space car and I’m installing a hyperdrive.”
Oh, is that all. How did I not know this?
“What’s a hyperdrive, Dear?”
“It’s from Star Wars. It makes spaceships go fast.” she said. “Wanna watch me? Then we can have cookies that I made for a tea party.”
So we chatted together while she worked, and I listened to her intergalactic travel plans for after the hyperdrive was installed. When she finished, we used toothpaste to polish an antique silver tray she liked, and she loaded up her homemade paper cookies. They were delightful cookies, with glued-on ribbons and yarn pom pom sprinkles.
Then, like many generations of mothers and daughters throughout history, we had a lovely tea party together.
Today proves to me that she really is made of sugar and spice and everything nice…
And hyperdrives are very nice.
Sugar and spice and….a hyperdrive.
This is the scene I encountered today in my kitchen.
Small One had pulled the kitchen bench out from under the table, and was using it as a mechanic’s car creeper thing. Since she has never, to my knowledge, ever seen anyone work on a car, I’m not sure how she knew this. I myself had to google “auto mechanic’s tools” just to learn what a car creeper thing is called. You know what I’m talking about; the little flatbed on wheels that mechanics use to move around under cars while they are being repaired. How did my five year old know about this?
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m in the army. I fix cars and machines.”
Way to go, Rosie the Riveter.
I admire her industrious ways. She tinkers away with scissors and tape and a paper wrench that she has made by herself, tapping on and taping the underside of the kitchen table.
“What are you actually doing to the table?” I ask.
“Silly Mom,” she says, laughing at my naiveté while she switches tools. “This is a space car and I’m installing a hyperdrive.”
Oh, is that all. How did I not know this?
“What’s a hyperdrive, Dear?”
“It’s from Star Wars. It makes spaceships go fast.” she said. “Wanna watch me? Then we can have cookies that I made for a tea party.”
So we chatted together while she worked, and I listened to her intergalactic travel plans for after the hyperdrive was installed. When she finished, we used toothpaste to polish an antique silver tray she liked, and she loaded up her homemade paper cookies. They were delightful cookies, with glued-on ribbons and yarn pom pom sprinkles.
Then, like many generations of mothers and daughters throughout history, we had a lovely tea party together.
Today proves to me that she really is made of sugar and spice and everything nice…
And hyperdrives are very nice.
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