Ukraine Adoption

Tara-isms Part III

We are in the car and I'm listening to the radio and Tara is looking at a book. She sneezes. "Mom! I need a bissue!" A what? I say. She says it again. A tissue? "NO! A bissue." Hmmm. Say it again, please. "I need a BLESS you."

We were on our way to a Tigers baseball game and Austin was lamenting about having to take his little sister along, saying she doesn't even know what's going on at the game. I'm frowning, Austin is frowning. Then there's a silent pause in the car. We hear a little voice in the back seat. "I like baseball! I'm excited!" We both glance back, she is smiling ear to ear, so sincere. How can you leave her at home? I say.

Last weekend, we were all busy doing stuff around the house. Tara wanted to ride her bike (again). Everyone kept telling her they were too busy. Finally, she came into the kitchen where I was cleaning, her hair in a pony tail, her lip pouting. What's wrong, I ask. "Anybody is not playing with me," she said.