Katie with her flea market find: a dolphin for her charm bracelet
Katie was sick this weekend, so instead of attending a birthday party, I made her go to the flea market with me.
I was shopping when I look up and next to me is a girl who is impossibly skinny and way too pretty and flawless for a flea market. I look back and there is a large man with sunglasses following 4 feet behind her. Turns out it was Taylor Swift.
Me: Katie, see that girl with the cream colored dress on?
Me: That's the girl who wrote and sings the song that mommy is learning how to play on the piano right now.
KT: Back to December?
KT: Why are you whispering?
Me: Well, she's famous and I want to give her some privacy.
KT: How famous is she?
This is where our conversation faltered. I mean, how do you rank famous-ness in the world of a 6-year old? Less famous than Elmo, more famous than Cailou?
Our conversation descended into what other songs she sang (I only knew one other); how many people in the world know who she is; in what countries people knew her in; etc., etc.