Thursday, January 22, 2009

that girl

On Tuesday I was working at the school when I saw the Spanish teacher walking down the hall. "Your daughter..."

Now I stop here to let you in on something. This is not the first time someone has said these words to me. Not the second either. This is a familiar phrase for us. It is usually followed by a head shake, a laughing head shake, a "I can't believe what I just saw/heard" look. The phrase is even said often around here.

On Sunday Bailey asked me to put lots of little braids all over her head so that she could have wavy hair in the morning. I told her I would, so we washed up her hair and braided away. The next morning, she was loving the braids and was afraid to take them out. When she did finally take them out, she was afraid to brush her hair. She loved her wavy locks.

Tuesday morning came and it was time to head back to school (there was no school Monday). Although she was still afraid, she did allow me to brush her hair and with her new shoes on her feet and her wavy hair she was ready for school.

"Your daughter was very popular in Spanish this morning." Ms G says with a laugh.

"Oh yeah?"

"We were working on learning how to say 'my friend's name is...' and almost every student in the class would say (in spanish) 'my friend's name is Bailey Whalen'"

Ms. G continued on..."I asked her about it at the end of class and with a wave of her hand and she told me it was because of her hair and her new shoes."

Now I just shake my head and laugh.

"That girl is something else."

Oh yes, she is.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Of course they all love Bailey! At the birthday party for Granddad, Aunt Marge said she wants to know how you had one of Robyn's babies. She thinks Bailey looks like Robyn.
I think Bailey looks just like herself.