improvised sign language
Um, I borrowed my girlfriends' credit card to get this thing going again, so I'm eager to see something post. Wow, I can't believe I still know how to type.
Here's a blog story: it took my nine year old girl, Mariel, a couple months to make a couple of friends at her new school. After she made her new friends she asked if she could invite them over here for a sleep-over.
"Sure," I said wanting my girl to be cool and popular.
Mariel had two friends over, and each of them was from the "gifted" program. Over the course of the evening I took the girls out for shopping and ice cream and getting a video, etc. When I played the hip hop station on my car radio, the girls knew all the words to the new Snoop Dog song and the new usher song, etc. Then I started to learn a few things about my little girl's friends.
One of them had gone to extensive psycho-therapy for hearing voices in her head.
"What kind of things did you hear in your head?" the other girls said.
"There was this voice that said, 'Fire! Fire! Fire!" the girl said.
But after the psycyotherapy the girl didn't hear the voices anymore.
The other girl had parent's which were both deaf.
This fact really came into play because at about two in the morning this girl starting screaming,
"I WANT MY MOMMY! I WANT TO GO HOME! I WANT MY MOMMY! I WANT TO GO HOME!"
This girl screamed this about 300 times until I woke up and called her mom.
It was really weird and awkward though because the girl's mom lived on the other side of the county and she was deaf and couldn't hear what I was saying about her little girl. There was some runaway teenager that was kind of translating.
Eventually, at about 4 in the morning, the deaf mom came and picked up her kid. I tried to use improvised sign language to explain that everything was okay and thanks for having her kid over.
8:09:46 PM 
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