Fee, fie, foe, fun

This afternoon, while listening to Gian Carlo Menotti’s Amahl and the Night Visitors for the seven hundred and twenty-eighth time since Christmas, the lil’ monkey drew a picture. I am noting the obvious when I say that she, like her mother, and her mother’s entire family, is an Amahl and the Night Visitors FREAK. (Anyone not familiar with this delightful holiday operetta can watch the entire historic 1951 telecast of it thanks to the miracle of YouTube — it’s a one act, 54 minute video, including the composer’s introduction. More fun facts about the operetta can be found here on Wikipedia’s entry.)

At this point the girlie has already got half the lyrics memorized, and for days on end has only answered to the name “Kaspar” (one of the three kings in the opera). I’m sure what egged this on was that the beloved (at the lil’ monkey’s behest) told the whole story, and then sang all the parts to all the songs (baritone, straight tone boy soprano, and mezzo) as we drove down out of the mountains after our holiday vacation. Sure beats “Ninety-nine Bottles of Milk on the Wall” for two and a half hours. At the end of the rendition, our girlie was chanting “More opera! More opera!” At which point we gave each other that contented “Our work here is done” look.


I should also note that earlier today, she had the benefit of several hours’ time with her Rock Star Babysitter/Special Friend, a high school gal who’s a voice student of the beloved and a regular in her youth musical theater productions. This is the second musical theater gal who’s done some babysitting-for-voice-lessons bartering, and we neither of us have the heart to tell our daughter that these unbearably cool, beautiful, perfect, attentive, thoughtful young women are not simply floating into her life on gosssamer wings, to be her Special Friend. Even though I’m pretty sure it feels that way to her.

IMG_3066.JPGThey were reading fairy tales, one after another, from a book my sister had given the girlie. Finally, with a shift in delivery noticable only to the most discerning ear, in the middle of the umpteenth tale the Rock Star Babysitter/Special Friend began to deviate from the narrative and imbue the princess witih feminist self-posession, a refreshing disinterest in the prince (or being saved by him), and an intriguing interest in gals.* All in the same sing-song, tale-telling tone she had been reading with. The finesse. I am sold on using theater artists as babysitters. If only we could afford to pay her a bonus on top of the barter thing.

But so. With this multi-media soup sloshing around in her head — one part opera playing on the stereo, one part fairy tale amalgam floating in her recent memory — this is what the lil’ monkey narrated as she drew:

There was an opera that was made into a movie. But at the end there was a thing that looks just like this. At the end. And I very know that opera. And I very know the movie because Sally and Mary have it. [Ed. note: Attentive readers may remember that Sally and Mary are our girlie’s Imaginary Friends, from whom many, many interesting things emanate.]

It’s for two year-olds and three-year olds. It’s not scary at all.

Scary movies are for older kids.

I’m trying to draw the scenes in it. I’m kinda getting it. Has to do with — oh, actually, it’s — since we don’t have Jack and the Beanstalk — um… I think it’s Jack and the Beanstalk that this is. Yeah.

Tomorrow I want to put on my outside clothes and show this drawing to Sally and Mary ’cause they will LOVE it. They have seen this movie a HUNDRED TIMES.

I think this is where the Giant lives in Jack and the Beanstalk. This is what his house looks like.

I want to show everyone in the town. ‘Cause they will be AMAZED.

At which point she set down her pen, looked admiringly at her handiwork, and fell to listening to the last song in the opera.

Of course the townspeople will have to get in line after Baba, whose amazement at what goes on inside this little person’s head will NEVER CEASE.

* I’m happy to report that the thought to revise classic fairy tales has already occured to the lil’ monkey: a month or so back, she was building a set of wooden block stairs to a tiny blond doll, perched atop a pile of blocks. When the beloved asked her what she was doing, she said that Rapunzel had gone to the barber’s and had her hair cut off, so now she needed the stairs to get out of the tower. Sensible little bugger.

8 Responses to Fee, fie, foe, fun

  1. directorgrrl January 4, 2008 at #

    oh thank god you’re back. i missed this blog. the whimsical and the deep dark aspects of life, one after the other, or all at the same time. it’s a cavalcade. so many nods of the head and laugh out louds. and i want to adopt the girlie’s ‘i very know this _____’. can i?

  2. LesbianDad January 4, 2008 at #

    Go’on, girl. I get the sense you “very” know lotsa stuff. And thank you. Happy 2008, be it sacred or profane or anything in between.

  3. LesbianDad January 4, 2008 at #

    Amahl Addendum: So the lil’ monkey just finished viewing the 1951 television premiere of the opera (linked above) with her mum (lil’ bro wailing harmony in the background from his owie front teeth coming in). Afterward, she returned to her non-stop role-play, which entails not only her being Kaspar, but Mama being another king, and her lil’ peanut brother being yet another king. Baba? I’m always a shepherd. Which the girlie didn’t hesitate to remind me.

    “You’re always the shepherd, Baba!” she says, poking my belly and giggling uncontrollably at the obvious ignominy of the role.

    “Always the shepherd, never the bride,” I lament melodramatically.

    “Now remember honey,” Mama reminds her daughter, “there are no small parts. Only small actors.”

  4. oldc January 5, 2008 at #

    That’s quite the masterpiece from a 3 yr old!
    Good use of color and design and wonderful detail.
    I expect Sally and Mary will be quite impressed.

  5. ohchicken January 8, 2008 at #

    hey ms p, i was wondering if you would add me to your flickr friends so that i may see these photos in biggie sized glory? flickr.com/photos/bananie

  6. LesbianDad January 8, 2008 at #

    Done! Invite is now in your Flickr inbox. (Would that the rest of my life’s pleasurable tasks could be so efficiently dispatched.)

  7. Shelli January 10, 2008 at #

    The QUALITY of her drawing is really amazing. The attention to detail, the concentration, it’s beautiful. I’d TOTALLY frame it.

  8. Tamara Granger February 27, 2011 at #

    I love how the little monkey gave Rapunzel a hair cut xD it reminded me of this great song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5U-MOyiew8

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