small world...

I had lunch with one of my nieces, after taking her and some other girls I know to an all-day music festival yesterday (one word: Superchic[k]). Though only 8 years old, she soaks up information like a sponge and relates it as if first hand knowledge. Over burritos at Moe’s, she was explaining to me that my sister’s job (she is the office manager for a moving company) is really slow, “you know, because no one is really buying houses right now, so no one is moving. And so there’s just not a lot to do.”

I nodded my head in a gesture of sincere understanding as my niece continued. “I told my mom that I would ask my art teacher if we could make signs, you know, that explain everything they can do, like with the name and everything on it. Then I could bring them home and say like, make 53 copies.”

“Why 53?” I asked, amused by the randomness of the number.

“So I can put them on every post in the world,” explained her little pea-picking heart.

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She was disappointed that Superchic[k] didn't sing "the song you get to jump to," though there was plenty of jumping goin' on. We could not, of course, remember which song that was last night or this morning. I, of course, could not resist coming home and figuring it out. (I appreciate this band so much, not only because they're fun, but because of how they are purposed to encourage young girls to be strong and smart and beautiful and unique and pure and steadfast. Don't be hating.)

You were meant to live large

Come on, take charge

Let's go light the world up

Let's not wait until the end

To be the things we wish we'd been

You were meant to live life

Come on, let's fly

You're a super trouper spotlight

We're gonna jump on the count of three

Here it comes now ONE - TWO - THREE jump

If you were a country you'd be Switzerland

You never take a stand

Your policy is never to offend

If you were a gambler you would always win

You'd only bet on the horses after they had already come in

And I'm sorry that I'm getting on your case

But true friends, they stab you in the face

You were meant to live large...

If you were in a movie, you'd be thug number 5

Cuz you don't try out for a starring role

But you name belongs in lights

If you got a GI Joe, you'd never open up the box

Waiting for the day it rots

And I'm sorry that I'm getting on your case

But true friends, they stab you in the face

You were meant to live large...