Chart Number 182

August 28, 2015

By Ekta R. Garg

Enjoy these special “last day of summer” Spurts, readers!

Despite the fact that Seven’s first day of school was last Thursday, she still got up early on Wednesday morning. As I helped her older sister through our morning school routine, Seven trailed the two of us chattering a mile a minute. Once Nine went to school Seven and I would have the day to ourselves, and given her rate of speech and variety of topics I knew the day would prove to be interesting.

It started that morning. Skipping from room to room, Seven began singing an impromptu parodied version of “Part of Your World” from The Little Mermaid. The parody included Ariel singing about getting stuck in the sand.

“That’s mean,” I said to my younger child in an exaggerated fashion.

She shook her head gravely. “She’s stuck in the sand now. There’s nothing I can do about it.”



Later in the morning Seven and I drove to Target to pick up a few school supplies and also to buy some picture frames. As we made our way through the shady tree-lined streets of our neighborhood, Seven asked, “What kind of car do you drive, Mamma? I mean, what kind of car is this?”

“It’s a Honda.”

“It must not be a popular car,” she said. “Not too many people must like it.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I haven’t seen too many commercials for Honda on TV.”

“There don’t have to be a lot of ads on TV for something to be popular,” I said.

“So how do they attract people’s attention, then?”

A fair question, and one that surprised me in its acuity.

“Well,” I began, stalling for time, “people can see other Hondas on the road. They can also hear about the cars from their friends or other people they know. And there are a few Honda commercials on TV.”

“There aren’t that many,” she said again, her meaning clear.

Honda may want to revamp its corporate advertising campaign. Seven thinks it needs work.


About halfway to Target, after tackling other topics, Seven asked, “Do you think I should use Match when I grow up?”

I smiled but hid the expression from my voice. “What do you mean by Match?”

“You know, Match-dot-com, that commercial on TV?”

“Why do you think you need to use Match?” I asked.

“Well, actually,” she said, a little sheepish, “I don’t know what it’s for.”

“It’s for people who want to find a boyfriend or girlfriend and maybe a husband or a wife,” I explained.

“I think I’ll use it,” she said after considering what I’d told her.

“You never know, maybe you might meet someone on your own,” I said.

“Well, if I don’t, at least I have Plan B up my sleeve.”

I guess I should be proud of my child for having a Plan B…for her future state of matrimony.


The chatter continued, and Seven continued to flit from topic to topic like a conversational butterfly. I responded to all of her questions and managed to hold up my end. As we walked out of Target, though, she must have sensed something in me.

“Do you think I talk too much?” she asked.

I had to laugh and said no.

“It’s just that you don’t talk a lot,” she said, that acuity returning. Sometimes I forget how closely my daughter observes her family and our collective lives.

“I’m a recovering introvert,” I confided as I opened the car door and gestured for her to get in.

“What’s an introvert?”

I did my best to explain that an introvert is someone who likes to spend a good bit of time thinking. An introvert doesn’t necessarily relish a lot of company, I said, and is someone who may not enjoy an evening full of nonstop conversations.

“I’m definitely not an introvert,” she declared with authority.

I chuckled and agreed wholeheartedly. Maybe I could learn a thing or two from this child who knows she’s not an introvert.