Kids crack me up. Olivia's way of seeing the world or knowing about it is just funny.
At school, they had a year-end celebration in which a shave ice truck came out one day after classes. "It was so awesome! I wanted to bring some of my shave ice home for you to try but I couldn't because it would melt! Can you come next year so you can order yourself a shave ice? I want you to see how great it is!" she bubbled. That is very caring and sweet.
"Thanks for thinking about me, Dear," I said. "Tell me about your shave ice. What flavor did you have?"
"I had half banana, half strawberry, half vanilla, and a drop of tiger blood on top!" she described.
Every time she uses the word "half" it cracks me up because she doesn't get the concept of "half." We've tried to teach her all year but it's not sticking yet. So she uses it to mean "part."
The tiger blood threw me off. So she's Charlie Sheen now?
"What does tiger blood taste like," I asked.
"It's dark red like strawberry but better!" she told me.
Well. That sounds like WINNING! to me.