Friday, July 16, 2004

Those Amazing little ones

This is priceless! My own daughter (now 4 1/2 years old) occasionally comes up with her own handful of gems from somewhere deep inside her memory bank.

She was blessed (or damned from your point of view, I don't know) from early on, to be dragged from one sporting event to another. I've always frequented pro sports events and since she could get in for free until the age of three, well, I just took full advantage of it. We spared no expense and purchased her little cheerleader outfits with our local team's emblems. She looked cute as hell! So much so, that on one occasion she singlehandedly secured us an invitation to join a party in a luxury booth at a Marlins game, just by being cute.

At these events, and especially at the basketball games, she became curiously involved in the rallying cries that the home team's organizers would inevitably push for, during the crucial stretches toward the end of the games. You know the ones: "Let's go Heat!" or "Charge," or just simply "Defense." There are many others as well. They vary from sport to sport, and from one town to the next.

One night at home, I recall my daughter and I were coloring in the family room. We could hear the TV blasting away in the bedroom. Commercials were playing.

As we both silently worked on our projects, we could hear the opening chant from the Queen classic "We will Rock You." It began "We will, we will..." And then she lifted her little face, looked me square in the eye, and bellowed out right on cue: "Wok you!!!" She was barely three years old at the time. I sat there completely awestruck, beaming with pride and with a stupid grin on my face. Then I reached over, grabbed her by the cheeks and gave her a big smooch!

What a wondrous miracle children are, and how infinitely lucky we are to be loved by them!


Amber said...

How adorable! I love stories about kidlets. When my son was just walking, maybe....10 months? We were filming him and Jimi Hendrix came on, "Purple Haze". Ray looked up when those first beats started, then when Jimi's guitar kicked in, he started doing a Bang Your Head motion with his head, totally into the music.

Our own little Baby HeadBanger Jimi Lover.

We burst out laughing and tried to get him to do it again, starting the music over, and enthusiastically banging our own heads, but he wouldn't do it because now he knew he had an audience. Cracked us up! We still like watching that video.

Brian said...

I Like that. When my brother and sister-in-law had their second daughter, they asked me and my wife if we would be her godparents and we were thrilled. When she was about three, we were visiting and my sister-in-law asked her, "Who's that?" and pointed to me. My goddaughter looked up at me, thought for a second and said, "The Ga-foddah." I loved that. Most of the time I'm just "Uncle B.," but every once in a while... "The Ga-foddah."

Oh, and did I mention I got a 598? Thanks for stopping by!

a broad said...

Aaawww! Way too cute.

But then, any little girl who has a cool dad who'll color with her is miles ahead of the game right from the start.

Anonymous said...

Excellent story! Little girls are the best!