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In case any of my friends or family members actually read this Blog, please consider all Names, Characters, Places and Incidents to be the product of the author's imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales are entirely COINCIDENTAL...Muaaah!! Now, really, about me: I bring the crazy wherever I go, so I've been told...I make fun of myself more than anyone else ever could. I hate: the awkward silence in elevators, watches with no numbers, picky eaters, Cancer and legalism. I love: coffee, stalking Hugh Jackman, my Spanx, COMMENTS, sarcasm and writing: Middle Grade, NA, YA Paranormal and Urban Fantasy.

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Wednesday, July 7, 2010

"I want to be famous"




My six year old daughter woke up and was seriously upset. Of course, I asked, "what's wrong?" And she replied, "I just want to be famous already!"

Gotta love that kid. She is always cracking me up. She literally made my sister Adrienne (sorry for outing you A, but it was just too funny to keep to myself) pee her pants a few months ago, because she made her laugh so hard. She really, really wants to be a star. She doesn't care if it's for her singing, acting or comedic abilities, she just wants to be famous. And I have no doubt she one day, very well may be.

There is never a time when Franchesca a/k/a Frankie isn't "on". Wherever we go, no matter what we do, she is always looking for a chance to perform. Her jokes are delivered with perfect comedic timing and with sheer brilliance well beyond an average six year old's capabilities. She's even created her own language, which she named after herself, she calls it "Frankanese"..LOL But what do I do with that as a responsible, caring parent?

I don't want to become the stereotypical "stage mom" pushing her, taking the fun out of it all by rushing and running my kid here and there all over NYC, fussing over her hair and makeup like the God-awful "Toddlers, Tiaras, etc." parents. I don't want my kid to start to look like a little 6- year-old tricked out Barbie doll; just the mere thought of it makes me want to vomit. There are some reputable agents out there, but they are few and far between and most cost copious amounts of money I am unable to spend. On the other hand, I don't want her to think I don't believe in her, or that it's not possible for her to go after her dream. I don't want her to look at me one day and say I never provided her with the opportunities she needed to succeed. Hmm. What a pickle. Any suggestions? I'm open to hearing some....

In the meanwhile, here are just a few samples of things my kid has said that has caused us to crack up:

Just in Hawaii alone, she didn't stop. Here are a few instances that stand out and I can remember off the top of my head:

While we were sitting at a very crowded outdoor cafe eating breakfast, across the street from the beach, a very pale, pasty, skinny man in a very tiny, weeny, white Speedo comes up out of the water and stood there staring at us. Frankie looks up from her pancakes, looks at the weenie bikini guy, and loudly announces, "Mom, that's just wrong!@".... (The entire patio full of people lost it..)

Once, when the husband was walking full steam ahead of us, Frankie wanted to walk with him but couldn't catch up. To get his attention, she opera sang LOUD, "If you give me your hannnnd, I'll give you my loooove..."

Frankie grabbed a "walking stick" to help her while hiking, since it's a very hard hike for a six year old to get to the top of the volcano. When she got to the top she said to everyone gathered there, in her best Yoda voice and impression, "I am a Jedi warrior.. size matters not..do or do not Luke Skywalker, there is no try!!" Everyone was dying.

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