A Series of Megisms

 1. (At the urgent care)      Not so long ago, we were on our hurried way out the door to a play Carrie was in.  Everyone was filing into the car, just as they were asked, when I hear little Meg yell, "Wait a minute Mom!  Watch this!"  We were running tight on time, and just as my mouth opened to release the sigh and "Meg, come on. We're late", I see her little body perform some oddity of a motion and land face down on the hardwood floor.  I think it was a twirl.  My thought? "Great... thanks Meg."
          At the urgent care, Meg was great; quite a trooper actually.  The  Army doc that sewed her up had stitches himself.  He told the story of how he jumped out of a plane and hit his chin on his knee during a hard landing.  Meg's face spoke volumes!  Not wanting to diminish the hardship he endured, but knowing her story was much better, she let out a nonchalant breath and calmly replied with braggadocio, "Yeah, I did a one-foot jump spin."


2. (At the eye doctor).  During her annual eye exam, the doctor asked Meg to look into the cool thingamajig that helps detect colorblindness, I think.
 Dr: "What do you see Meg?"
 Meg:  "I see molecules!"
Dr: "Then what are you here to see me for?!"


3.  (At home)   Meg's pink snowman bathrobe was laying right in the middle of the hallway.  This is not uncommon, unfortunately.  Exasperated with coming across yet another article of Meg's clothing, I holler upstairs, "Meg, why is your robe in the middle of the floor?"
Meg: (Very involved in what she is currently doing) " I dunno"
Me:  "Meg. That's not an answer. You do know. Why is it down here?"
Meg: "I was using it as a boat."
Me: (Ahh, of  course.)
     
4. (To a police officer)  We had just left Carrie at summer camp in Woodland Park and were on our way back home, about a 45 minute drive.  Before we even got out of town, we were broadsided by a woman running a red light. Everyone was fine.  We were all standing in the street, giving information to one of the officers, when another officer, seeing Meg, thought he would be helpful and engage Meg in conversation.  I'm keeping a careful ear out to hear what's being talked about when I overhear Meg ask him, "Were you a little boy?"
Officer:  "Why, yes.  I was."
Meg:  (winking and smiling) " I bet you were cute!"
(She did NOT learn that from me)
Meg: (referring to the standard officer uniform of blue shirt, blue pants). "Does someone make you wear that?"
Officer:  Yes.  It's our uniform.
Meg:  " That's good.  You'd look pretty silly if you wore a pink shirt and plaid pants!"
The officer stepped away to gain his composure from laughing.