K.: Han’tana
On Sophie’s second day of kindergarten, her teacher called up, crying. That afternoon, little Sophie had locked all the girls in her class in the bathroom and then turned the lights off. While the 5-year-old girls screamed in the pitch black bathroom, Sophie managed to push open the weighted kindergarten door and took off in a dead run across the playground. It took a posse of four teachers and the vice principal to finally track her down.
We adopted Soph from Russia when she was four years old, and we feared she might never figure out how to be a normal kid. Along the way, she sometimes validated those fears: there was the incident of the dead bird and the birthday party, her hoard of Snack Packs stashed in the back of her closet, and the antennae-looking haircut that she gave herself just before school started. But a few months ago, Sophie did what thousands of other normal little kids did—she developed a serious obsession for Hannah Montana. We rejoiced.
At age ten, Sophie loves Hannah Montana, which she pronounces “Han’tana,” as a one-word slew of excitement. She now owns a “Han’tana” blanket, pillow, backpack, shirt, shoes, pants, CD’s—even a Hannah Montana light-switch cover. Since discovering Hannah Montana, Sophie has become a more socially normal little girl than we ever thought she might.
And while nobody’s done anything to “deserve” your Miley Cyrus seats, those tickets would definitely put a rich and perfect icing on a very happy, goofy, little cake we’ve got.
When Sophie visited Provo last weekend, she saw the giant Miley Cyrus photo on the side of LaVell Edwards Stadium, and begged me to stop so we could take a picture of her standing underneath the big poster. Let’s get this girl inside that stadium with “Han’tana.”
July 1st, 2008 at 3:47 pm
I hope you win!