We're originally from Texas.  Over the years I've taught Maymay about Texas history, as any good Texan should know.  I'm beyond proud of my Texan heritage and never assumed it could lead to confusion.  

Yep, this is an actual conversation with Maymay.

Maymay:  Momma, why can't we speak Spanish?

Me:  Because we've never learned to speak it.

Maymay:  But Mexicans speak Spanish and we're Mexican.  Why can't we speak it?

Me:  (I stopped what I was doing and looked at her.)  um.....hon?  We are not Mexican.  Why do you  think we are?

Maymay:  (Nodding her head ferociously)  We are!

Me:  No.  No, we aren't hon.  Oh man, what's going on in that brain of yours?

Maymay:  (DEEP sigh, kinda like she's having to explain the incredibly obvious to me.)  Momma.  We are from Texas.  Texas was owned by Mexico.  So that means we're Mexican.  Why can't we speak Spanish if we're Mexican?

Me:  um.........Sweetie.  Texas was ruled by Spain, Mexico, France, Texas, and the good ole USA.  That makes Texas a hodgepodge of culture and wonderfulness.  We are from Texas which means we are a part of the tapestry that makes up Texas history.  All of the countries that ruled Texas left a piece of themselves there and that makes Texas a very special place.  We are Texan.  (I was feeling intensly proud of Texas and my explanation.)

Maymay: Momma?

Me:  Yeah?

Maymay:  Why can't we speak French?

Maymay is in complete LOVE with her genuine Titanic replica 3rd class coffee mug.  She drinks out of it constantly and barely tolerates me washing it.  The comments she makes when she gets a new drink in her cup make me smile, but this morning she had me laughing hard.  She had filled her cup with milk and curled up next to me.  She took a sip of milk, smacked her lips, grinned and said, "Ah, there's nothing like 3rd class milk".

Maymay:  Momma.  We watched a movie in class that had Omar Miller in it.

Me: um......who?

Maymay:  OMAR MILLER.  Momma, OMAR MILLER.

Me:  um..........oh.  Ok.  That's nice.

Maymay:  You don't know who Omar Miller is?  Really momma?  You don't know who Omar Miller is? 

Me:  Nope.  Not a clue sunshine.

Maymay:  You of all people who have seen the show many, many, many, many times. OMAR MILLER.  You SHOULD know who he is.  (It's important to mention that at this point in our conversation she was VERY ANGRY at me.  VERY ANGRY.)

Me:  um........what show?

Maymay:  CSI Miami. Duh. (Rolled her eyes and threw up her hands in complete frustration with me.)

Me:  Oh.  Who did he play on the show?

Maymay: <emits an ear splitting screech>  WALTER SIMMONS.


Now she's watching CSI Miami and trying to forget that I'm so incredibly dense.  At least I hope so.

Maymay used all of her birthday money at the Franklin Institute yesterday, and bought herself a genuine Titanic replica of a 3rd class cup.  She could barely contain her joy in pouring milk in it this morning.  She held up her cup at me and said. "Momma!  Look, I'm drinking outta my fancy 3rd class cup". 

I don't think I've ever heard 3rd class and fancy in the same sentence before.

I decided to look up The Clash on Youtube to do my normal evening straightening up with some non-Disney music for a change.  Rock the Casbah came on and I started singing at the top of my lungs.   As I was dancing around with Maymay I noticed she wasn't exactly singing the words correctly.  I stopped and asked her what she was saying.  She looked at me and said "rock the catbox".   I was laughing hysterically and told her the correct words.  She said, "Oh.  I wondered why catboxes.  I thought they really liked their cats".

Watching Titanic at my sister's birthday party and she's pointing out every person that dies, to everyone's dismay.  My kinda party!

Maymay is "enlightening" her guests with all her Titanic knowledge.  Non-stop.  Throughout the ENTIRE movie.

Today is Maymay's birthday.  Usually when it's your child's birthday you bake them a cake, make their favorite foods, have a party, you know, the usual.  I know there isn't much "normal" in my life, so saying we don't do things the usual way is an understatement.  

Maymay woke me up before the crack of dawn in anticipation for her party today.  She has three friends coming over, and DQ is coming home.  Maymay planned her party all by herself.  She knew exactly what she wanted, and by golly, that's what she was getting.  Maymay's entire party is consisting of watching the movie Titanic, eating pancakes, and playing Disney Dance Party on the wii.  If you don't know by now, Maymay LOVES Titanic.  Seriously.  Loves it.  The kid knows every fact you can think of and many you'd never consider.  She adores the movie too, and has watched it at least 2-3 times each and every week for years.  The kid will recite each line from the movie, and yells at the movie about how to either avoid hitting the iceberg, or how to hit it and survive.  Kinda depends on her mood.

Now, the biggest part of most parties is the cake.  Everyone loves birthday cake.  Well, Maymay decided that her cake should be a Titanic themed cake.  She loves my brightly colored pink lemonade flavored tie-dye cake, but wanted me to decorate it like the ship.  Up until it was time to bake it this morning, I was under the impression that I was making her cake.  Guess who changed her mind?  Yup, my kiddo decided that since it's her birthday she wanted to make her cake herself.  She had a friend coming early so the two of them took over cake making duties.  I was only allowed to get out the ingredients and supplies, and to actually bake it.  After the beautiful cake came out of the oven I left them to frost and decorate it.  Well...they managed to mangle the cake pretty well.  I stared at the cake for a moment and then asked Maymay what happened.  She grinned at me at said, "Look momma!  I made an iceberg cake".

Looks like my kiddo got her Titanic themed cake after all.

Maymay is the queen of all things Titanic.  She is also very inquisitive and will ask upwards of 50-100 questions during one of her "moments".  Maymay also speaks in facts when she doesn't know someone or feels uncomfortable.  I saw this book and assumed it would be the perfect birthday present for my girlie.

Guess who has two thumbs and didn't think this all the way through?  Yep, this girl!  (Yeah, the whole "this girl" thing doesn't work without seeing me point my thumbs at myself.)  I didn't realize that Maymay would want to share all 882 facts with me. Tonight.  All at once.  So my idea of the book occupying her for a little while, and giving me a break from all things Titanic, just went down like it struck an iceberg.  Good thing I bought her 6 more Titanic books.

This is going to be a LONG weekend.

I love sharing conversations between myself and Maymay.  You can't make this stuff up.

Maymay: Hey momma. Did you know love is like choking on a chicken wing?

me: um.....nope.  Where in the world did you hear that?

Maymay: Hotel Transylvania.  Do you wanna feel like that?

me:  What?  Like I'm choking on a chicken wing?

Maymay: (nodding her head) Yes.

me: Nope.  I have no desire to choke on chicken wings or any other type of food.

Maymay:  Well.....if you want to, it's ok with me.  (walked away shaking her head as if she were unbelievably disappointed in me)