Ingrid is very expressive — when she cries, she CRIIIIIIIEEES and her whole face turns just about inside out. Her “mad face” looks just like Dave’s (who also has the very expressive face, it’s like they are made of rubber or something). Also, in the hubbub of getting ready in the morning (always a crazy time) Ingrid has started having conversations that come from left field, like while I’m racing around to get my stuff together or get her breakfast or change Willa I’ll hear “mama mama mama mama — will you draw me a piggie and cut it out for me?” (Um, no. Eat your cereal.) Yesterday’s was “mama mama mama mama — why does Jerry sometimes close his eyes a little bit?” Jerry is our dear friend, the father of the much beloved Finn, and we had been at their house the night before. “What do you mean ‘close his eyes a little bit,Ingrid?” “Like this!” she said, and proceeded to pop out the most dead-on impression of Jerry’s incredulous face that I’d ever seen.
I tried to get her to recreate it after school, and it came close, but man, that face in the morning certainly set a good tone for the rest of the day.