Zoe and Zaid attend the same elementary school. Pictures this year had the option for individual and sibling photos. Zoe opted for pictures with her brother only. Sweet.
Picture day morning she said she couldn’t find the shirt she’d wanted to wear. She’d asked me the night before and though I did look for it briefly, I wasn’t wading through the clean, folded clothes on the chairs in her bedroom. I’d asked her to put those away. If she’d put them away she’d know where the shirt was. Oh well, wear a different shirt. A few minutes later, as I rushed, late as usual, to leave for work, she ran by with a shirt. My mind calculated: long sleeved, black. There’s something written across the front, but…what? Never mind. Remember to smile, have a good day, and I left.
Oh, that shirt. It is long sleeved. It is black. And there is definitely something written across the front.
It reads “babe.”
To my perfect parenting credit, this was not a shirt I purchased. It was a cousin hand me down and worn only in the house. That morning, I remembered it had something across the front but I mistook it for another shirt that has The Greatest across the chest.
So. Let’s think about this a minute. I have allowed my fourth grader to seal this memory in time with a photo with her younger brother in which she is wearing a shirt declaring her babeness. I immediately ran to the dictionary. There has to be another word that starts with “bab” that I can TELL MY FATHER THE SHIRT SAYS. I tried to pretend the second b read “la” or “lc” or “lo” but really, I’m kind of limited: balance? Balcony? Baloney? No. Besides, it’s clearly “bab.”
Baba? No. Babar – Can I Photoshop a picture of an elephant on her shirt? No. Baboon? Babushka? Babysitter?
I give up. I’m going with Babbler.