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Clash of the Fandoms

Queen Elsa of Arondale (notice the regal cape) Coloring

Queen Elsa of Arendelle (notice the regal cape) Coloring

 

Me: Amália Sofia Hanford Pereira!

Molly: (spooked, knowing the sound of her full name means she is in trouble) NOTHING!

Me: Nothing! That’s right, nothing. You have absolutely nothing on your feet.

Molly: (looks down at her feet)

Me: Where are your monster slippers?

Molly: I don’t need them.

Me: Excuse me? It is now cold, my only darling daughter, and you are sick.  You get something on your feet right now.

Molly: I don’t need shoes.

Me: Come again?

Molly: (stomps her foot)

Me: Does that foot get you anything in life?

Molly: I AM QUEEN ELSA OF ARENDELLE! I have the power of snow and ice. THE COLD NEVER BOTHER ME ANYWAY! Harrumph!

Me: And I am He-Man, Master of the Universe and By the Power of Greyskull I will not take you to the ER with pneumonia so get something on your feet, Queen Elsa. Já (quick).

Molly: (full body eye roll) Fine.

Me: And for your information, Queen Elsa always wears shoes. Ask me how I know this;(mumbling) making me watch Frozen 1,684,236 times.

Molly: (now wearing slippers, shuffles off with her royal nose in the air)

 

 

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Frog in Her Throat

Having a frog in her throat does not stop our Molly from practicing ballet

Having a frog in her throat does not stop our Molly from practicing ballet

 

Molly: (walks into the living room with an empty water glass having just woken up with sudden onset laryngitis, squeak-whispering) Mama, I want some water, please. No juice.  I want some juice, please.

Me: Amália Sofia! Did you swallow a frog yesterday?

Molly: (eyes wide, takes a heartbeat to decide, low energy whisper screams) Yes.

Me: You did, indeed! How did that frog get in there?

Molly: (thinking rather loudly)

Me: (fetching her some water)

Molly:

Me:

Molly: (whispers) It was the wind.

Me: It was?

Molly: (nodding, whispering) At school. It was the wind.

Me: And I bet you were laughing.

Molly: (excited whispers) I was laughing and laughing and then a frog went in my throat.

Me: That happens sometimes and now there is no room for your voice!

Molly: (whispers) Yes, there is only a frog, no voice, but he is nice. I can share.

Me: That is kind of you, Amália.

Molly: (nodding into her water glass)

 

Epilogue: After two days residence Molly woke up this morning and declared with the power of her full voice that her frog hopped out and moved away. Bye, Frog!

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Why is it Orange When Milk is White? A Kraft Macceroni and Cheese Question.

conversations with hank and molly kraft macaroni and cheese

Me: TAH-DAAAAHHH!

Molly: Hurray! (clapping)

Hank: I can’t believe we are finally getting to try this. I have watched so many review vlogs on American Food and this is always included.

Me: I present to you, my darling chickens, my childhood: Kraft Mac and Cheese.

Molly: YUM! On my Teeny-Tiny plate, please. On my teeny-tiny plate, mama. I love massa (pasta).

Hank: (suspect)

Molly: (swan dives right in) Yummmmy.

Hank: (sampling delicately) Um…

Molly: It’s YUMMMY, Mommy!

Hank: Can I add pepper? Is it rude to say this doesn’t have a ton of flavor?

Me: Give it a good stir and pepper is a great idea.

Hank: (mixing, dashing, mixing)

Molly: More please, mama. More please on my teeny-tiny plate.

Me: Molly is putting the Americana (American) in Luso-Americana (Portuguese American)!

Hank: (with a face like something smells bad) What is this stuff made of?

Me: Cheese, obvi.

Hank: But milk is white. Why is this orange? What cheese is orange? Why is this a thing?

Me: That is possibly the most European thing you have ever said to me. We shall google.

Molly: More please. More maggeronni, please.

Hank: Would it be rude to say I didn’t like this? I don’t like this. The pepper helped, but I don’t like this.

Me: It wouldn’t be rude. This is what happens when you are raised on homemade macaroni and cheese. It doesn’t make you any less patriotic, Hank.

Hank: I love root beer and barbecue and your macaroni and cheese, but yah, I don’t like this. I appreciate Tricia and Karen (family friends visiting from the US) bringing us this to try. I just…

Molly: More, please. I like it! Maggeronni is yummy. I eat it, mano (brother). You not rude. I eat it.

Hank: Thank you, mana (sister).