I think they need to mix up the media for the kids' artwork at Veronica's preschool.

Last night Jason stopped by for a visit and was telling Veronica about DNA and life and whatnot. She was fascinated ("De ABC's are alive?!") as much as she could be. At one point, Jason said that all life is here to make new life. "You know, Mommy and Daddy made you," he said, without going into unnecessary detail.

Veronica said, "You made ME?" in great wonderment. And then, moments later, in great confusion:

"Out of PAPER?!"

{sigh}

C'mon folks, let's have her at least guess clay or cardboard or SOMETHING else.

It's a long set-up, so I'll just cut to the chase:

A few days ago, Veronica was sobbing as if her heart would break, because I'm not an astronaut and can't take her to the moon.

{sigh}

It's hard being three years old.

Um, at what point did my daughter become a rock star?

When Veronica walks into her classroom at school most days, a gaggle of other little kids tend to drop their toys and run over to greet her. They make over anything she shows them, even if it's just a rock (and that's no exagerration, btw.) Some of them try to hug and even kiss her good-bye in the evenings, to which she pushes them away disdainfully and exclaims "I don't want a hug!" One girl held a door open for her the other day and kept saying "Hi, Veronica!" and she wouldn't respond. It's just bizarre, it's like she can be this little mini-celebrity in her classroom sometimes and she just seems to take it for granted, and better yet, doesn't even seem to care.

Maybe it's her talent in keeping herself amused. She and her grandma came up with a game the other night. To play you need the following:

One wooden "train table", cleared of all toys.
One little party-favor sized pot of Play-Doh
Suckers (Tootsie Pops and Dum-Dums work especially well.)
One Littlest Pet shop cat

The game itself: Using the suckers as bats, knock the Play-Doh pot back n' forth and see if you can get it to fly off the table. Don't hit the cat wherever he is on the table. They did this for about an hour the other night. Too cute.

I have no idea, as I have never been this popular in my life. Although I do have one milestone that needs to be recorded: The other night, Veronica said "I getting big. I getting tall like you, Mommy!"

I'm 5'3". I've always been short. This has to be the first time in my 31 years that ANYONE has ever referred to me as "tall."

Maybe that's where the popularity lies, as the ability to flatter someone so utterly is a talent that can take you far. At least with the preschool and parental sets, it seems.