The number of people who come up to me to just to tell me they can’t get enough of this child. About half the time I offer her to them, free of charge, because her charm is nearly equalled by her ability to get on your every nerve… but then she squeezes me tight, sings me a song with feeling or best yet, pinky promises me that she’s going to try to behave. Or she just slays me with the wisest, most insightful comments… that I fall for her all over again.
Last weekend in the midst of what can only be called a disastrous trip to the Texas coast (picture vomiting, sand fleas, loud rednecks speeding through the sand in pick-ups…), at one point we had retreated to the pool and Clementine had to go potty. I went with her, standing by her bathroom door while still watching Annabelle play in the pool only 30 feet away. Clem declared instantly that she “could tell this one was gonna take a while” and decided she could hold it because she didn’t want Annabelle to feel “unprotected” at the pool. I assured her that Annabelle was in full view AND is a great swimmer and Clem replied that while she knew Annabelle was safe, she might not *feel* safe, and since Annabelle gets nervous sometimes she didn’t want to be the cause of that. My sweet empath.
With only a month left in school, Clementine has become very close with another smart, sassy force of a 6-year-old, Stella. Their nonstop plotting and giggling has led to a few disciplinary actions, and has also led to some challenges with other kids. Clem told me recently that she loves Stella and Micah and they love her but Micah and Stella don’t love each other – she told me it’s tough to be in the middle of a “love triangle.”
It’s the stuff of a pop song, and Clem would know, because she plays music CONSTANTLY. She has built a 35 song playlist that she puts on nonstop unless we forbid it, and while I”m sick of every single song on there I’m impressed with its variety – everything from Taylor Swift and Katy Perry to Florence and the Machine, the Hamilton soundtrack, Hedwig’s theme (classical), reggae, and some terrible kids’ songs she learned for the school concert. Speaking of which, I wouldn’t be surprised if we’re watching Clem on stage regularly once she gets to middle & high school. While Annabelle prefers to be behind the curtain, Clementine’s artistic talent, passable singing voice and general charm seem perfect for school theater – and I cannot wait to watch her shine.