From the mouths of babes gems do come. That is proven to me time and again on a near daily basis by Julia who, at 3 and a half, has answers to all of life’s complex questions.
- Potty training proceeds apace. At this point it feels like this is a process that started at my own birth, though I suppose it’s really only been a few months. We’ve reached a happy place wherein the majority of elimination tasks are performed whilst hovering over the appropriate portal, AKA the shitter. Hosannas! She has taken to crafting the solid variety of waste in the mornings, popping out of bed at around 7 in the morning, turning on the light in the bathroom and making preparations. Usually I’m awake by this time, but sometimes I sleep through the preparations and am dragged awake only when I have a mostly naked girl at the door looking at me beseechingly. This morning I walked back with her to the site of the triumph and we sat while I performed the necessary cleaning operations. Julia looks down into the soiled water at her creation and says “Papa, is that a spring roll?”
- We’re having breakfast this week at the kitchen table with its Halloween-themed tablecloth. Grandpapa tests Julia’s arcane knowledge of occult practices by pointing his finger at a jack-o-lantern and asking her what this is. “Is it a pumpkin?” he inquires menacingly? She tilts her head in her classic “who are you trying to shit?” pose and responds “no Grandpapa, that’s your finger.”
Can’t get anything by that girl.
November 6, 2006
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