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."

Naming things

Today, Faelan decided that my left breast was a girl named P. I. Squirt, and my right breast was a boy named P. I. Drinkin'. Then he declared that they were drinking bottles. "Give me my drinking bottle!"

Storytime

Faelan just announced, "I am going to read Gingerman Boy to you!" He picked up Paul Galdone's retelling of the Gingerbread Boy, realized "it's upside-down," turned it right side up, and proceeded to read. Looking at the cover, he read, "The Gingerman Boy." Turning to the title page, he read, "The Gingerman Boy." Then he opened it up to somewhere in the middle and read, "The fox: 'snip-snap' and he was two-quarters gone. 'Snip-snap,' and he was ten quarters gone. 'Snip-snap,' and he never came out of the oven again. The end."