Song and Dance

Here's Natasha performing an original work...

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Mona's Night Life

N: Mona works at night.

Mom: She does? What does she do?

N: She's an anthropologist. She digs up gold, looks at it and meows at night.

The Formy Argester

(9PM, Natasha fights sleep at a hotel in Sacramento)

N: Let's play The Formy Argester! Does anyone know that game?

Mom: The Formy Argester? No, I don't.

Dad: Me neither. What is it?

N: Well, you argue with a monster and then you send them to jail.

Natasha plays on her own for awhile fighting monsters, at one point she addresses a monster directly: "We'll argue with you and do the egg nog thing!.....You'll have a really good nature, though."

T.V.

I walked into my bedroom to find Natasha holding the remote control to our skylight. Natasha opened and closed the skylight a few times while lying on the bed with her legs crossed in a loungey manner characteristic of a couch potato. She tried every button, watching the skylight change as a direct result of her button-pushing and then said:

"Well, I guess this is our TV."

St. Mona

(While putting clothes on our cat, Mona)

"Oh, Mona, you're a saint. Mona is a saint-cat. If you want to be a saint, I'll put these on you, Mona. I fear that you will do this. She's a cat so she needs to be saint. Here, Mona, you need underwear on your head to be a saint...Saints have rubberbands on themselves. You're a saint who looks out the window!"

(A story Natasha read aloud to a friend who was visiting)

"Once there was a pig. And he had a mom, but it was too short. So he went to find another mom. And then it got a Christmas tree and decorating things on it. And that's the end."

Princesses and Bunk Beds

(up in the loft with her grandmanana)

N: I'm in a bunk bed, look I'm way up on the top one!
G: You are? Way up there? Where have you seen a bunk bed.
N: No, I'm just pretending.
G: Oh, but where have you seen a real bunk bed?
N: I'm pretending I'm in a bunk bed!

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(at the dinner table)

Dad: Tell Gramanana about Princess and the Pea, Natasha.
G: Did you read a book?
N: No.
G: Did you see a movie?
N: No.
G: Did you go see a play?
N: Yeah.
Dad: Tell her about the characters in the play. Who was in it?
N: There was a princess. She was very sensitive.

Where are you?

(At home while Mom is getting ready to go to work. Natasha picks up Mom's cell phone, opens it up and holds it to her ear)
N: Hello?
Mom: (next to her holding her hand to her ear as if it were a phone) Hi! Is that Natasha?
N: Yeah, it's me. Where are you mom?
Mom: I'm at work. Where are you?
N: I don't know.
Mom: You don't know? Is Daddy there?
N: No.
Mom: Do you know what street you are on?
N: No.
Mom: Hmm. Well...do you know how you got to where you are?
N: I don't know.
Mom: Wow. Sounds like you're in a Paul Auster novel.
N: Yeah. Bye! (closes the phone)