Friday, October 16th 2015
In the car on the way to our friends’ house for dinner, the kids are busy in the back. Here is Gavin’s “Alien Nerd:”
See it’s huge brain? It’s so big it’s bulging out of its head. “Nerd” is a compliment in our flamly anyway. That’s how our cat Peter Parker got his name even. Not that he’s so smart necessarily, but because he apparently loves books just like the original Peter Parker who eventually became Spiderman. (At least we assume our cat loves books; why else would he walk all over us in the reading nook? Shh! This is the myth we’re propagating with the kids; we haven’t explained that cats just like to generally block whatever you’re doing and other a*hole moves… like shoving their a*holes in your face for example. But I digress.)
ClaraJane also shared her artwork: Cyclops and various other people… all from a teensy 1″ notepad.
Then she exclaims, “I KNOW HOW TO READ MAMA!”
“Really?” I say bemused (and unconvinced).
“Yes! ‘Eagle,’ ‘elephant‘ and ‘envelope.’ I know how to read those things.”
“OK!” (I deduce she was working with school materials in the “E” realm of things that day.)
So I guess our kids are nerds. And they’re definitely aliens. If you have kids you know what I’m talking about, because your life is likewise dotted with moments where you ask yourself;
“Where did these people COME from?”
No matter. Thank god they did.