Friday, June 25, 2004
EARLIER: Okay, the background for this is that when we were doing our plant unit study we made up words for "Go Tell Aunt Rhody" and the first two lines were "Go tell Aunt Rhody I'm a chloroplast / Go show her all my stacks of thylakoids!" So today for the first time Benny played a state-sanctioned "Go Tell Aunt Rhody" on his violin and he was playing along and he suddenly, out of the blue, hollers out, "MOMMY! NUMBER TWELVE HAS STACKS OF THYLAKOIDS!!! NUMBER TWELVE HAS STACKS OF THYLAKOIDS!!!" Which made no sense to me until I realized that number 12 on the Suzuki CD is Allegro and it has the same musical phrase as Go Tell Aunt Rhody (with the traditional words, it's the "old gray goose is dead" part). So that was pretty funny.
JUST NOW: I'm putting Benny to bed and I'm reading him a Clifford book, the original Clifford the Big Red Dog book and I get done and Benny says, "MOMMY! Emily Elizabeth took Clifford to a DOG SHOW! And he DIDN'T WON but the BLACK DOG got first place and he WON!" And something prompted me to say, "Do you want a dog, Benny?" And Benny said, "OHHH!! We forgot to go to heaven! Tomorrow we have to go to heaven and get my dog! And see my grandma!" So I thought, okay, he's a grand old four years old now, and I can begin to explain to him that Heaven isn't like Arkansas, as in accessible by car, so I said a brief and cheerful and kind few sentences about how when people DIE they go to heaven and that Hobbes and Grandma died and that's why they are in heaven and we can't see them anymore. And I was very tentative about what I was saying, because I know he has an overactive imagination, and of course no one likes to explain death to a child, etc. so I said at the end that we can't have Hobbes as our dog anymore, and if he wanted to have a dog, we'd have to find a different dog. So he pipes up, cheerfully, "Let's get a black one this time!" with such overwhelming unsinkable enthusiasm in his desire to this time back a winner that I say, relieved, "Should we get a black grandma too?" And he says, "Yes! Like our cat!"
JUST NOW: I'm putting Benny to bed and I'm reading him a Clifford book, the original Clifford the Big Red Dog book and I get done and Benny says, "MOMMY! Emily Elizabeth took Clifford to a DOG SHOW! And he DIDN'T WON but the BLACK DOG got first place and he WON!" And something prompted me to say, "Do you want a dog, Benny?" And Benny said, "OHHH!! We forgot to go to heaven! Tomorrow we have to go to heaven and get my dog! And see my grandma!" So I thought, okay, he's a grand old four years old now, and I can begin to explain to him that Heaven isn't like Arkansas, as in accessible by car, so I said a brief and cheerful and kind few sentences about how when people DIE they go to heaven and that Hobbes and Grandma died and that's why they are in heaven and we can't see them anymore. And I was very tentative about what I was saying, because I know he has an overactive imagination, and of course no one likes to explain death to a child, etc. so I said at the end that we can't have Hobbes as our dog anymore, and if he wanted to have a dog, we'd have to find a different dog. So he pipes up, cheerfully, "Let's get a black one this time!" with such overwhelming unsinkable enthusiasm in his desire to this time back a winner that I say, relieved, "Should we get a black grandma too?" And he says, "Yes! Like our cat!"
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