I am going to preface this post by telling you what a wonderful big sister Rachel is. It is the thiing I think I am most proud of her about on a daily basis. It's not only the way she embraced Hannah so absolutely and enthusiastically into her life, but the little things. Like the way she spends hours worrying that Hannah is going to cry at the doctor's office and then starts crying with her when she does. And the way she really gets how funny and cute Hannah is with her toddler antics, and laughs so sincerely with us.
Having said THAT...I will recount an exchange that went on yesterday when we were playing in our garage.
Rachel: "Hannah, you're an evil witch.....Mom, she's an evil witch, right?"
That's not a phrase we use in our house, so I was taken aback.
Me: "No, she's not an evil witch. We don't call people that."
Rachel: But she's evil, right? She was taking toys from me."
Me: "No, she's not. Don't use that word. We don't know anyone that's evil."
Rachel: (Confused and deep in her own logic) But witches are evil, right mom?"
And then a couple of minutes later, "But she's a wild woman, right?"
Suddenly I understood the association she was making. She must have heard me calling Hannah a wild woman to another adult. And for some reason, maybe because of the W sound, she thought a wild woman was a witch.
I asked her if she thought witch and wild woman were the same thing. She said yes. I told her they were different and that yes, Hannah was a wild woman, but not a witch.
About five minutes later, my back was to them and I heard Rachel scream out as Hannah was grabbing a toy from her,
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO, WILD WOMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!"
"Wild Womaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!"
