Little sister to big brother: “You scream like a little girl.”
Oldest son, watching women’s gymnastics: “It must be hard to run with breasts.”
Artist son, gazing thoughtfully out the front window: “It’s very beautiful outside…the way the light is coming through the trees.”
3 year old, with disdain: “It’s just the sun.”
Unsympathetic offspring to mom: “You’re not very exciting when you’re sick.”
Oldest son, after a dance party featuring The Stray Cats: “What does ‘Looking better every beer' mean?” There is just no good way to answer that question when speaking to a nine-year old. Except of course for the one I provided: Ask your father.
And speaking of artist son, here for your enjoyment, I present his latest masterpiece. He drew this for his 3-year old cousin. Well, not really for him, since he didn’t want to part with it after he drew it, but he did draw this the way his cousin wanted. “You want me to draw you a bridge? Ok, here’s a bridge. You want a whale in it? Ok, here’s a whale. You want a lobster? Ok, here’s a lobster.”
Nothing profound tonight, just every day offerings from family life. How lucky am I?
13 August 2008
And Now, A Few Words from My Family
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The joy of your life is you will never run out of amusing things to write about...you could write a book! It is hard to run with breasts!
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