So you want to know why Phelan is weird. Although by some of your comments this is scary for some of you. Do not worry the reason that Phelan is weird is not catchy.
One young man among you wanted a defintion of weird. Well, here is mine. "an oddity seen by the majority. Carefully stereotyped by them.
Why Phelan is weird. I had a Dr. tell me once that my radio was tuned to a different broadcast than everyone else. My children like to say that they are a product of their mother. There is nothing wrong with me the rest of the world is wrong. Weirdness is not genetic. I have proof in why Phelan is weird.
When she was about 6, I decided that her & I would have a mother-daughter bonding event. So we took our bikes for a ride. Her on her cute little girly girl bike. Me on my womanly-motherly bike. It was a beautiful day. The sky was bright blue & there was no wind. (weird for Kansas. Look at my defintion of weird.)
We took off headed south on this lovely trip. Phelan in front, so, I, Her mother could watch & care for the safety of my child. Thump, Thump. Ok, three guesses what that means. Thump, Thump. If you are of the thinking that it was my daughters head. Bingo. Phelan laid down her bike (biker talk) right in front of me & before I had a chance to swerve I ran right over her head.
I quickly drop my bike and ran back to my daughter, held her in my arms, asked her if she was ok, & asked her to forgive me. NOT. I did get off my bike. But, when I did not see blood (my gauge over 4 kids if there was a serious event) I started laughing. I laughed so hard I couldn't talk to her. I did get her out of the street, while I was bent over in laughter. She however, did not think it so funny.
Proof that this made her weird. It was right after this that she began to play with worms & say that they were sexy. She would find 25 to 50 worms put them into her little red wagon and talk about their sexy look. Uh. It has been a steady stream of weirdness after that event.
I believe that for Phelan the world is seen & defined through the tread of a mother's bike.