Hannah's "issue"

My youngest is really coming into her own. Every day she adds more and more words to her vocabulary. Sometimes, however I'm not always sure she knows exactly what they mean.

For example, the other day she "designed" a drawing of a boat that was sinking and a boat that was not sinking. Next she said with as much mystery as she could muster that she "designed" a picture "Of the Man NOBODY expected." Expected is a big word for a little girl who just turned four last Sunday. I liked her title so much, though, I might have to steal it for an upcoming piece.

So, today, Hannah asked for an apple. A simple request really, except no one had been eating the apples in the fruit bowl, so no one had noticed that it was full of rotting apples and their, gag, vinegary smelling juices. Halfway through cleaning the fruit bowl, she sighed.

Positioning her hands to the side of her head, palms opened upward, eyes reaaaaaal wide, Hannah lamented, “I have an issue.”

I replied, “Oh really? What kind of 'issue'?”

She answered all sad and forlorn, “A rotting apple issue. There are no apples to eat.”

I said “You think YOU have an issue? You’re not cleaning out the bowl.”

“Yeah,” She said, “That’s true.”

Suddenly she spotted an O.K. apple on the counter left over from yesterday's picnic lunch. I washed it and gave it to her. “Ahhhhhhhh,” she sighed, “All nice and shiny and clean apple.”

I'm so glad she got her ‘issue’ resolved.