More Dreams
My son was uncharacteristically quiet getting out of bed this morning, and when he came downstairs in a stiff, sleepy manner he immediately walked over to the drawer where we keep the art supplies. I was trying to get out the door to go to work, but, curious about his behavior, I lingered in the room to see what he had in mind.
Eventually he fished out a clean piece of paper and a magic marker and began to write. I walked past on the way to the kitchen and saw the letters a n in weird, scrawly letters. I got whatever I was looking for and he stopped me on the way back.
"That says...."
This is his way of asking us to read something he has written. The letters a n g e were written on the paper. Angry? Angel? I wasn't sure what he had in mind.
"You read."
"That says...."
"You read."
"Ange," he said.
By now my wife was in the room. "Angel? You need an ell. Good! Now draw a picture." Having written his l, he drew a round head and underneath a scribble with wings. Finished, he walked away from the table and picked up a DVD. I took his hand.
"Did you dream about an angel?"
"Yes."
"What did the angel say?"
He thought for a while. We sat and waited. Finally he murmured something short and incomprehensible, and then went on to something else.
Eventually he fished out a clean piece of paper and a magic marker and began to write. I walked past on the way to the kitchen and saw the letters a n in weird, scrawly letters. I got whatever I was looking for and he stopped me on the way back.
"That says...."
This is his way of asking us to read something he has written. The letters a n g e were written on the paper. Angry? Angel? I wasn't sure what he had in mind.
"You read."
"That says...."
"You read."
"Ange," he said.
By now my wife was in the room. "Angel? You need an ell. Good! Now draw a picture." Having written his l, he drew a round head and underneath a scribble with wings. Finished, he walked away from the table and picked up a DVD. I took his hand.
"Did you dream about an angel?"
"Yes."
"What did the angel say?"
He thought for a while. We sat and waited. Finally he murmured something short and incomprehensible, and then went on to something else.
posted by Joe Gola at 9:01 AM
2 Comments:
Occasionally my wife or I will have to give our dearest a talking to, something along the ster "No" or "Put That Down" or the ever popular "Do Not Put That In Your Mouth or So Help Me." After a verbal assault of this kind the small one will often stamp to a near flat surface, retrieve a scarp of paper with a flourish and then begin scribbling furiously with the nub of a crayon.
"This is all going in the book."
Earlier in the day I can spell and type and complete thoughts. Honest.
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