Baby Please Don't Go

There I was, minding my own business on the other side of the house, when I heard a plaintive wail coming from the kitchen.

"No Sissy," Gertrude cried, "I don't want you to go to High School." She broke down into uncontrollable sobs and was quickly engulfed in hugs from mom and Sissy trying to make her feel better. Matilda explained that she wouldn't be going to High School for many years, but it didn't help.

I picked up Gert and explained that when Matilda goes to High School, she'll still live with us in our house and sleep in her room. Gert seemed to feel a little better.

"Plus," I said, "when you go to pre-school next year you'll be at Matilda's school! You might even see her."

"Daddy," she said, her big eyes widening, "will you stay with me so I don't get scared." I couldn't resist those eyes, and that voice. I promised to quit my job, get my teaching certificate and get a job at every school she will ever go to so she never has to be very far from her Daddy. You know, just in case. Overprotective? Sure. However, you didn't see those eyes. Or hear that voice.

One thing that does make her feel better is TMBG's new DVD (and CD too) Here Come the ABCs. It's just a bunch of cool songs about the alphabet with strange and irreverent animation. It's more like stuff I watched as a kid than anything she has now.

She loves it. Whenever she watches it, she declares that the song currently playing is her favorite. She loves the penguins and the robot and feels bad for the garbage collector with the missing -ector. (Eat your heart on that one Jeff Lynne.)