Originally posted April 3, 2008.
That is the best word to describe my two year old Madelyn Rae Rae. I have no idea where she gets it. She likes to wear high hells, a tiara and be called “Rae Rae Sha Nae Nae.”
She is 30 some odd inches of pure Broadway.
A couple days a week after preschool, I watch my niece Tierney (Tutu) who is also quite theatrical for her young age.
Today they were playing house. Tutu was the mommy, Cooper was the baby and Maddy was the big sister. Somehow I think Cooper got the short end of the stick (or Tutu needs a parenting lesson) because he spent most his time locked in the dog’s kennel.
I was in the kitchen whipping up something fancy for dinner when Maddy let out a blood curdling scream, accompanied by a loud cry and then another scream. “Help Mommy, HELP!”
Go go Gadget Mom.
When you hear a cry of this caliber, you run. My veins filled with panic and I was going through my mind to figure out where the closest phone would be to call 911. I round the corner to find Rae Rae Sha Nae Nae standing there decked out in a cape standing in her doorway.
She sees me and stops on a dime. Calmly she says “No, you’re not mommy, Tutu is mommy.” Then she resumed her melodramatic role in the game and began to bellow.
This is a child with a future that may just include an Academy Award.