I draw an oval. With wings.
My bumble bee, I say to Mom.
Mom’s eyes grow wide.
“Oh, my,” Mom says. “I used to draw bumble bees just like that. On a chalk board. The size of my dad’s thumb.”
I know, I say. I teached ya!
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My bumble bee
Posted in 3 years 5 months, Drawing, Mom, Pictures, Talking, Year Four: 2009-2010, logic on October 11, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Mom is 3
Posted in Birthdays, Mom, Three years 4 months, Year Four: 2009-2010, tagged birthday candle, candle on October 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Dad hands me a box with a cake in it. I carry it up the stairs.
Mom, it’s for you, I yell when I get to the top.
Mom smiles.
PLOP!
I look at the cake. On the ground. In the box.
It looks the same. It has not moved.
“Thank goodness for ice cream cake,” Dad laughs.
I pick it up. [...]
How to ‘read’ a story
Posted in Mom, Talking, Three years 4 months, Year Four: 2009-2010, imagination, storytelling on September 28, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Mom reads a book to me. But says the words as she sees them.
Mom, you’re not good at this, I say. Do it like this.
I point to the pictures. And make up new stories about them.
It has nothing to do with the words. Just the mind.
I can think up wild and fun stories. With each [...]
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.
Some days are better than others
Posted in Mom, Pictures, Terrible Threes, Three years 4 months, Year Four: 2009-2010 on September 17, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Mom did not come home last night.
Dad says she is at some two day event. For work.
So I play with Dad. But fret about Mom.
And I want to be babied at school.
I don’t want to be a preschooler today, I say to my teacher. I want to be a two-year old.
My first ball gown
Posted in Getting dressed, Mom, Pictures, Three years 4 months, Year Four: 2009-2010, imagination on September 12, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Mom takes off her skirt.
My turn, I say. And pull it on.
Over my waist. Up to my arm pits.
The skirt sweeps the floor.
