She has learned her letters, of course, and can now count with reliable accuracy. But she’s also learned a lot more:
She can sing the chorus to “I’m sexy and I know it” and “Heyyyy, sexy lady, whoop, whoop, Gangnam Style.” But she mispronounces “Gangnam”.
Immediately after singing these songs, she tells me, “That’s in-propriate.”
She can recite the Pledge of Allegiance. Yankee Doodle Dandy, and “For beautiful, for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain…” Honestly, all this patriotic indoctrination strikes me as a little fascist. She tells me fervently that she loves her country. I tell her that I do too, but I also love other countries. Agreeably, she nods: “I love other countries, too, Mama. Like Texas.”
She has learned that the worst thing you can possibly be is a bully. She is firmly opposed to bullying, even though I don’t think she’s quite clear about what it is.
She knows the emergency procedures of her school by heart — especially since they reviewed their preparedness after the Newtown massacre. It’s a little heartbreaking.
She has decided that she no longer likes pink or princesses: those are babyish, to her now. Thank goodness. Apparently — a friendly mom has warned me — a passion for fairies is what’s coming next.
She has gotten quite skilled at monkey bars.