And we aren’t the only ones freaking out about it. I think she is, too. Just got a call from the preschool that she is on a hunger fast, and won’t leave the couch, where she has surrounded herself with books.
Why? Behold Fig. A, at right: her rendition of the ALPHABET. (A transcribed Fig. B here, for those of you who, due to your not being our daughter’s parent, might not be able to make the letters out .) It was rendered this morning – are you sitting down? – at about the rate of speed it took her to SING the alphabet. And not sing it like she was on Quaaludes, but rather sing it at a fairly decent clip. You know, like about at the pace that your ordinary three and-a-half year-old would sing it. Yes, your ordinary THREE AND A HALF YEAR OLD. Which means, I’m thinking, she’s not so ordinary. (Or could it be that that she’s ordinary, and our love and pride is, too? Dang, what a ride.)
I’m also now beginning to think that this roiling sea of thought inside her brain, this slo-mo mental super nova, just might be part of what’s been behind her, shall we call them, behavioral tics latelty.