I, Daddy, was going to read to Minky tonight. She brought me a cheesy Scoobydoo book. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t ready Scoobydoo. I only read fine literature.” Minky picked another book and we read a while. After lights out, before I left the room, Minky asked, “what do you read?” It took me a moment to understand, then I said “fine literature.” “What does that mean?” she asked. I told her it was wonderful, imaginative, thoughtful books filled with great characters, not books thrown together quickly, where they put a dog or princess on the cover to make kids want to buy them.”
“I don’t like fine literature,” she said. “I like dogs and princesses.”
Archive for February, 2009
Operation Sugar Bowl
This morning, according to plan, I poured out the sugar in the sugar bowl and added salt. I was cooking eggs while daddy was getting his tea ready and completely missed his facial expression as he drank his salty tea.
However, I did hear him bellow, “You Two!” He was clearly stunned!
Now the victim of two pranks, he has vowed to “get us back.”
Bring it on, Daddy.
Stroller
Several of the cute misprounciations Coco had when she was younger have gone away. My very favorite was “baff” instead of “bath.”
I realized when Coco opened her gift from Auntie Kristen that one difficulty Coco still has is with “str” in words. For instance she says, “shroller” instead of “stroller” and “shreet” instead of “street.”
Practical Jokes
When I was, oh, say about thirteen, my sister and I put shaving cream on the phone receiver and told my dad he had a call. When he answered, of course, all he got was an earful of shaving cream. Evidently, shaving cream in your ear causes an unpleasant crackling for some time afterward.
At first dad was angry, but then–presumably once the crackling had stopped–he saw the humor of the whole thing later. Right, Dad?
Anyway, this morning Coco and I talked about playing a practical joke on Daddy. After several possibilities (Coco suggested putting salt on the doorknob), we decided to remove Daddy’s underwear from his drawer and put Coco’s in. Layr was a bit surprised to find the switch and Coco and I found it hysterical.
I Love You Like Ice Cream
When Coco first said this to me, I thought, “what poetry, what a wordsmith this kid is.”
Today, I put on an episode of Frances for Coco to watch. Halfway through the program, I hear Frances utter the same words….and she even added what Coco does, “and I don’t even like ice cream!”
Patchouli
Coco has taken to wearing my patchouli perfume. She claims to really love it and loads the stuff on. It’s not a scent that should be overdone, but five-year-olds lack subtly in all forms.
Happy Valentine’s Day Song
This is an unbelievable testament of love between mother and daughter.
