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 Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 11:48 am
"Imaginations are.. uh..." Ophelia had to think. She'd never thought about the definition of Imagination, just known that she had one. "It's like, things you make up in your head." There, that was a good explanation! She found herself smiling back.
"I wanna be a painter," she nodded. "Daddy said he'd teach me. What's a Princess Ballerina Superhero do?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 11:58 am
"Oh, okay." Well, Lizzy made up stuff in her head. So maybe she had an Imagination too. "Princess Ballerina Superheros dance all pretty and then they beat up the bad guys and save the day!" Like Batman! Sometimes her older brother insisted he was Batman. (He wasn't. He was a drunk.) "But they always go back and dance all pretty again after they Save the Day."
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 12:29 pm
"Sounds exciting!" said Ophelia, trying to picture it. An idea crossed her mind. "Maybe, when you're a princess ballerina superhero and I'm a painter, I can paint your picture!' That would be fun! And pretty! Yeah, she definitely should! She smiled widely.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 7:44 pm
"Cool!" She grinned happily. "And if the bad guys threaten you, I can kill them in the face for you! And I'll make sure all of the people I know know you're the best painter in the whole wide world!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 7:01 pm
Ophelia shook her head. "No," she said, patting some sand into a guard tower, "My daddy's the best painter." She couldn't imagine anyone being a better painter than her dad - after all, he could paint pictures that looked almost real, and then he could turn them real! What was possibly better than that? Maybe, if she was really good and practiced hard she'd get to be even remotely close someday, but daddy was big and old and Ophelia was little and young and couldn't remember very far past last week.
"Why would bad guys threaten me?" she asked, perplexed. Why would bad guys threaten a painter?
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 7:17 pm
"Then I'll tell them your daddy's the best painter." Lizzy loved being the best, and didn't quite understand why anyone would want someone else to be the best. Well, no accounting for other people, and she liked Squishy anyway. "'Cause they're bad guys," she said wisely. "Nobody knows why the Riddler tryin' to hurt Batman. But the Riddler does it anyway. So I keep you safe!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 9:04 am
"Batman?" asked Ophelia, utterly lost. What in the world was that supposed to mean?
While they had played, the sun had gotten high in the sky. Prosper, who had been watching his daughter and her new friend from a distance, was all in favor of avoiding any situation involving a cranky, sunburnt toddler. He got out of his chair, stretched, and approached the sandcastle.
"Intruder!" shouted Ophelia, giggling when she saw him. She got up and ran over. "Daddy! This's Lizzy!" She announced, pointing to her new friend.
"Hello," said Prosper, waving to the other little girl and picking his daughter up. "Are you hungry? It's lunch time."
Ophelia nodded and looked back at Lizzy.
"I gotta go now," she said apologetically.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 6:41 pm
"Bye, Squishy," Lizzy said sadly. She hadn't even gotten to explain Batman, but already her aunt was walking over to grab her, too. They'd probably go home and do boring things like... reading. Aloud. Reading quietly was great, but aloud... "I see you around!"
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