Coolest kid ever…

Miss Sassy Pants hasn’t been featured on my blog for a while. Typically, I find myself writing about the Animal because he’s little and new and doing so many things that are cute.

But, I can’t forget the girl – who, almost everyday, blows my mind with her awesomeness.

Yesterday, she told me she had a “hypothesis.” Then, while we were driving to the store, I was angry at all the idiot drivers (and seriously, is Wednesday “National Idiot Driver” day?) and expressed my frustration. She responded in a deep voice with, “Curse the day the trucks were made!” while waving her fist in the air.

Sometimes, I forget to take a moment and look at HER – this 7 year old who came into my life as a bit of a surprise but has not stopped making me smile since.

Today, she is having a day of utter awesome-icity (yeah, made that up because it fits right now). She is battling a case of tonsillitis, struggling to deal with her swollen tonsils and fevers, and still has the energy and willingness to help me wrangle her brother and then write a book.

A book you say? Why, yes, a book.

She loves to read — and as a first-grader is already reading at a 3rd grade level. She can finish a Junie B. Jones book in a day if she’s given the opportunity, and I catch her reading everything around her. Today is her second day of Spring Break, and she’s feeling better than she did yesterday, so her energy is starting to bulge at the seams.

She started telling me a fish tale at the breakfast table. I could tell she was fibbing because it got more and more grandiose as she went along. We have been working on this issue as it’s gotten her in trouble both at school and at home several times. I said, “I’m pretty sure this isn’t a real story. I can tell.” She said, “You’re right. I think it was a dream or something.” Which prompted my suggestion that she start taking all these crazy tales she was thinking up and turn them into written stories.

This appealed to her today, so she started her story as soon as The Animal went down for his morning nap. What resulted was this:

I’m so proud of her I can’t stand it. She took the time to put each page into a clear plastic cover and then into her blue binder which she has now determined will hold all of the stories she writes.
Mostly, I was excited by the look of sheer joy and pride on her face as she watched me read it. I told her, “I wrote a book like this called If you give a Monkey a Banana in the FIFTH grade! You’re only in first grade.” 
She said, “Yeah! I’m in first grade, and I wrote a book. I’m fabulous.”
Yes, my dear, you sure are. 

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