One of the delights of being a parent of a six year old is watching the puppy-like and unabashed enthusiasm with which they greet everyday life.
"Tacos for dinner? Hurray!"
"I can watch another TV show?!" Thankyoudaddy! THANK YOU!"
We took Daisy to see Cars a couple weeks ago. This is easily the worst of the Pixar movies (which still makes it a lot better than 90% of the other "kids" fare out there), but I don't think Daisy has ever seen a movie that didn't thrill her. When the lead car in the movie took the lead in the final race, Daisy was unable to control herself. She shot her arms in air, screeched with delight, and bounced up and down in her seat. She couldn't have been more excited had she won the race herself.
This weekend I took Daisy to a friend's house. He had recently set up a 3-foot deep kiddie pool for his 4 year-old son. Daisy splashed in that thing like it was the first water she had ever seen. The next two hours were an ear-splitting chorus of:
"Look at me!"
"DAAAAADDY! I'm swimming!"
"I'm a demeeeeentor.... I'm doing the huuuuula!"
"BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!!"
That's what three freakin' feet of water does to her. What's going to happen the first time she has caffeine? She may explode.
So, I'm wondering, when does this end? How much longer do I have to be greeted with excited hugs when I bring home gum from the grocery store? When do they become jaded? If the answer is teenage-hood, then I can accept that. If the answer is 7, then I'm sad.