Yeast and Mushrooms
I love conversations with Greysen where he exhibits that he really is still a 4 year old. Greysen asked me, out of the blue one day, if I knew what a "funny guy" was. I told him that of course I knew it was him. He protested. "NOOOO, a 'funny guy.'" Understanding at this point that he meant something other than what he was asking, I looked at him curiously. He said, "....like yeast or mushrooms." It dawned on me, "Ooooh, you mean fungi?"
I tried really hard not to laugh.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Friday, January 16, 2015
Boat Hitch
Papa will be okay. He was in a horrific car accident this week. Bruised, concussed, and in pain, but he's gonna be okay.
His truck, however, is not going to be okay. He was rear-ended and his truck ended up on top of the vehicle in front of him. Sideways. He is quite understandably perplexed about the fate of his truck (he's still a little confused too). So, Greysen drew him a new truck. It is complete with protruding parts to "push the other cars away if they get too close." There are horns that keep cars from the top of the truck, parts to keeping them from all sides and spikes on the tires so he can't slide on the ice. Most importantly to Opa, though, there is a boat hitch for him to pull his boat to go fishing.
Papa will be okay. He was in a horrific car accident this week. Bruised, concussed, and in pain, but he's gonna be okay.
His truck, however, is not going to be okay. He was rear-ended and his truck ended up on top of the vehicle in front of him. Sideways. He is quite understandably perplexed about the fate of his truck (he's still a little confused too). So, Greysen drew him a new truck. It is complete with protruding parts to "push the other cars away if they get too close." There are horns that keep cars from the top of the truck, parts to keeping them from all sides and spikes on the tires so he can't slide on the ice. Most importantly to Opa, though, there is a boat hitch for him to pull his boat to go fishing.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Storyteller
Greysen recieved a book with no words from his cousin Sam for Christmas. He loves it. The pictures include dragons and kings and bridges and moats and all the things he already loves. The greatest thing about this book, though, is that we get to talk while we "read" the book. I requested, "Greysen, can you tell me the story this time." He began like this, "The illustrator of the story maybe wanted us to be scared that a monster will come out of these doors."
"Illustrator? Did you just say 'illustrator'? Where did you learn that word?"
In an exasperated voice, "Do you want me to be the storyteller or what?"
Greysen recieved a book with no words from his cousin Sam for Christmas. He loves it. The pictures include dragons and kings and bridges and moats and all the things he already loves. The greatest thing about this book, though, is that we get to talk while we "read" the book. I requested, "Greysen, can you tell me the story this time." He began like this, "The illustrator of the story maybe wanted us to be scared that a monster will come out of these doors."
"Illustrator? Did you just say 'illustrator'? Where did you learn that word?"
In an exasperated voice, "Do you want me to be the storyteller or what?"
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