Maggie is still obsessed by Ruby Redfort, a 1970sesque US teenage genius code cracker employed by Spectrum and created by Lauren Child.
Ruby Redfort uses lots of excellent 1970s slang and I believe that Maggie and her best friend's RR obsession may be responsible for the neighbourhood adoption of the term "Bozo" as an insult.
Maggie and Alex have made friends with the kids over the back fence and have climbed the fence and are playing over there now.
Maggie hates running.
She is reading The Boy and his Horse and likes Bree the best.
Sometimes we let her read for a few minutes after we've read to her, and then forget to check and find her hours later book in hand, fast asleep.
She recently said the horoscope was too boring and should be more exciting things, so I said create your own so she did. She said to her Dad, Tell me what you want to be or shall I make you a Brussels Sprout? He said I'll be a Brussels Sprout. Maggie finds this hilarious and cracks herself up months later thinking about this. She said to me the other night, Why are you eating Daddy?
She doesn't like washing. She doesn't like tidying.
When friends come over they go to the darkest ugliest corners of the basement under the house and spend hours in there.
She finds music boring. When pressed she says she likes music better without words. She does like two Moshi Monster songs though. One of them is called I have Mushlings on my mind. Moshi Monsters is a computer game.
She hates Barbie and pink and purple and glittery things.
She likes climbing.
She has inherited an uncanny sense of spelling from her grandmother.
She likes dead bees and finds jars to collect them in.
She sometimes says in a stilted voice "That is very interesting" meaning the opposite.
She loves our kitten called Tuesday.
She is mischievous. She says Good boy Tuesday when he jumps on the table as I am trying to get him down and when I protest But I like it drawing out the like.
When Alex makes ridiculous claims we smile at each other and nod and say Yes Alex.
She hates performance, the inverse of her sister.
She is sometimes very shy.
She sometimes flashes big cheesy grins to show she is terribly pleased by something.
Like cats she and Alex will have bouts of madness after dinner, streaming up and down the corridor, climbing the furniture, suddenly loyal and devoted to each other's plans.
She makes small books of comics sometimes. Her best friend out here and her have a series called Pig and Koala.
She used to be a very careful drawer but now she is slapdash doing things fast and freely. I have to check myself, wanting her to slow down and do it carefully and well and knowing that this probably doesn't matter at all and loving that the production of it is important tossing that in my head next to knowing it's such a good age to figure out how to do stuff and embed it. As if we know what's important.
She is storing I think all her favourite books under her bed in careful piles.
Her toys are arranged in sick beds around the room as well.
A couple of months ago I thought she might have got over missing Brooklyn when she recreated a bedroom door sign saying, Don't come in unless invited OR you take me back to Brooklyn.