Wednesday, August 19, 2009

A Way With Words

The other night we watched Pinocchio. The Blue Fairy spoke to Jiminy Cricket, who blushed and got all flustered. Beloved Offspring #3 laughed at the screen, then turned to me and shared his amusement by observing, "He got in loved."

Earlier in the day an unfortunate squirrel met his end in the middle of our street. Someone had moved him to the side of the road, and Beloved Offspring #3 assisted me in laying him to rest in our trash can. Meanwhile Beloved Offspring #1 fretted about what would happen if the squirrel came back to life, and if zombies could somehow possibly be real. In another classic turn of phrase, Beloved Offspring #3 wiggled his fingers at his big brother and said in a scary voice, "dead squiiiiiirreeeeeel." Beloved Offspring #1 hid under a blanket. I took cover in the hallway so none of my brood would see me laughing.