YIPPEEEE!!!!!!! Witness here the happiest five-year-old around! Talia felt a lot better this afternoon, so I took her outside to play. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and it was the first nice afternoon of the year! Sure, it's still quite chilly--but mud was minimal and we dressed warmly. She was quite talkative and came up with quite a few zingers I'll soon get to.
Before sharing those snippets of conversation, however, here are some pictures of the playground equipment. Most neighborhood playgrounds would miserably fail any level of safety standards... There are enough "good" playgrounds, though, that I'm not complaining. At least they try to make these incredibly old metal structures cheerful by repainting them in bright colors (albeit with paint that smells toxic when fresh).
Now, can you say "butt splinters," anyone?! I just picture kids in sundresses or shorts in that swing... Ouch!
Now back to Natalia...
On why she's still able to ride her scooter so expertly--doing all kinds of wiggles at a good speed: "I remember the olden days, most of them. Just not the wedding so well." (She was referring to the "olden days" of last summer and early fall when we rode our scooters all the time).
Upon hearing some teenage boys using rather bad language in front of us--they peppered their speech with "мать," literally "mother," but in this context it's much closer to the f-bomb (I hear you, Tami, about your frustration at moments like this!!): "Why do they keep talking about their mother? I mean, if she were here, they'd be getting one l-o-n-g time out, dontcha know!?" (Yes, quite astute, Natash!)
Upon taking in the swing at the park--the one with the shredded wooden seat: "I'm not sitting on that swing... Purple pieces of wood in your bum probably hurt just as much as plain old boring brown ones..."
Upon surveying the loud, noisy crowd at the MacCafe--a coffee-house section in some Moscow McDonalds restaurants (we like to go there for darn good lattes and babyccinos--steamed milk with white chocolate syrup) at significantly lower prices than other
Last, but not least, were Talia's observations as we headed home. It suddenly got much colder and Natalia started to complain that she was too tired to scooter back to our building again. I was afraid that we weren't going to make it there in time for when Katya's tutoring session ended. We got a cab and would have made it home with ten minutes to spare--had the driver not been stopped by a traffic cop. He had done nothing wrong and the officer made him get out of the car, really hassling him. Talia got fed up with the wait and then said quite loudly, "When is this going to be OV-ER? Doesn't the driver KNOW that you have to give the policeman money to make him go away??? Should I start crying and shouting that I have to pee now?" I was so glad that the cop didn't speak English! (He ended up just walking away, though, and we got home in time).
Natalia sure is one sharp--and snarky--cookie!