Sleep Talk

"Where are we going? Going to Aya's house." Waving arms wildly, "what are these things doing here?"

The opposite of upside-down is upside-up.

Ingredients, again.

"What is applesauce made of?" he asks, as we eat steaming bowls of sauce that he watched me make this afternoon.
"What do you think? Is it made of peaches?" Joel asks.
"No!" He laughs.
"Is it made of pumpkins?"
"No!" Then his eyes take on a kind of glint, and he says, "Is it made of sky? And moon? And stars?"
"Yes," we exclaim, "that's exactly what it is made of!"
He giggles a bit wildly, and complains, "Why you said yes?"
"Because it's such a lovely idea," I say.
Then we talk again about thirteen apples from the farmer's market and a heaping spoonful of cinnamon, and he asks for another bowl.

Let's sing a lullaby about ambulances.
Let's sing a lullaby about emergencies.

Bedtime Chat

Joel said, in a joking tone, "It's time to go to sleep right now, this very instant!" Faelan muttered to himself, "I don't yike this conversation."