I do not feel well. I am too hot. And I have a bad cough.
Mom takes me to see the doctor. A nurse hands me a yellow mask.
“Please cover your cough,” the nurse says. “Just in case it’s flu.”
Mom fits the mask over my mouth. And loops a string around my ears.
I do not like [...]
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Halloween or the flu?
Posted in 3 years 5 months, Drawing, Halloween, Talking, Year Four: 2009-2010, following directions, sense of humor, tagged cold, sick on October 19, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Funny one
Posted in 3 years 5 months, Talking, Year Four: 2009-2010, sense of humor on October 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I act like a goof ball. And make Mom laugh.
That’s funny, huh? I say.
And laugh too.
Losing face
Posted in Talking, Three years 4 months, Year Four: 2009-2010, logic, sense of humor on September 23, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I stand in front of the bathroom sink. And stare up at the mirror above it.
I hold my arm straight up. Wiggle my fingers.
I see my hand wave back at me. But that is all I see.
I sigh.
I don’t have a face, I say.
Girl power
Posted in Mom, Talking, Three years 4 months, Year Four: 2009-2010, imagination, sense of humor on September 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I link my Tinker toys. To make one long stick.
I make another long stick and hand it to Mom.
We tap our wands together.
Girl power! I say.
A couple of goofballs
Posted in Mom, TV/DVD/movie references, Talking, Three years 4 months, Year Four: 2009-2010, imagination, sense of humor on September 9, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
My Mr. Potato Head lunchbox is the shape of a TV set. So I put it at the head of my bed.
Mom and I stretch out and look at the lunchbox.
We’re watching a movie, I say.
That’s you, I say. And point to the carrot. And that’s me, I say. And point to the potato.
“Is it [...]
Lunch in bed
Posted in Mom, Talking, Three years three months, Year Four: 2009-2010, compassion, cooking, imagination, sense of humor on September 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I grab a spatula. And my lunch box of body parts—of Mr. Potato Head and his spud buds.
Go lie down, Mom, I say. I’m going to make you lunch in bed.
Mom lies down. I jump in beside her.
We feast on potato, corn and carrots.
Princesses rule
Posted in Dad, Getting dressed, Mom, Pictures, Three years three months, Year Four: 2009-2010, sense of humor on September 4, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Mom + Me = Outnumbered Dad
