September 17, 2007 @ 12:52 pm | Filed under: Funny
Rilla is playing with the toy phone. Wonderboy wants it.
WB: I have pone?
Rilla: Nuh.
WB: Gib pone!
Rilla: Nuh. NUH!!
WB (offers remote control in exchange): You hab?
Rilla: Nuh.
A brief silence. Wonderboy is deflated. Then, for no visible reason, Rilla holds out the phone to her brother. Mom, coaching Wonderboy: That was so nice! She gave you the phone. What do you say?
I love it! Conversations between small children who don’t really know or care what’s expected of them, and are unflinchingly honest about what they’re thinking. Adorable.
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Every day is complicated, messy, and full of friction. And every day has glorious or cozy moments worth celebrating. I seldom bother to chronicle the friction and the mess because writing time is fleeting and precious—and childhood even more so. I’d rather capture the small joys that I might forget—or take for granted—if I don’t take time to set them down in words.
(Excerpt from this post about Real Life, quoted here because I don't want anyone to be under the impression that things are always perfect around here! Heaven knows we are anything but. Perfect, frictionless, orderly? Nope. Happy? Most of the time!)
Be like the bird
Who, pausing in flight
On limb too slight,
Feels it give way beneath her,
Yet sings,
Knowing she has wings.
—Victor Hugo
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“Exploration,” says John Stilgoe, author of Outside Lies Magic, “is a liberal art, because it is an art that liberates, that frees, that opens away from narrowness. And it is fun.”
Yes: it is so, so much fun, and that is why I write these posts all chattery with excitement over this or that connection the kids made today. (Or that I made myself!) I know I get carried away, but that’s the point, isn’t it, that way leading on to way has carried me away?
And yet—and yet—I think we are at once ‘carried away’ and made more fully present in the now, more rooted, by these relationships between ideas about things past and future. The joy of connection makes me want to celebrate this moment, this brief encounter with wild-haired child and broad-trunked tree, bus going by, sign on church wall, Scottish warlord creeping over the tower wall and startling the English soldier’s wife who has just put her babe in arms to sleep by crooning that the Black Douglas won’t get him. Child, laughing, shouting “Dinna ye be sae sure aboot that!” across the courtyard outside the library. How can I not celebrate this freedom?
I love Wonderboy
And he didn’t try to GRAB the pone…hmmm…Miss Rilla must be a mighty adversary when aroused!
Posted on September 17th, 2007 at 5:26 pmI love it! Conversations between small children who don’t really know or care what’s expected of them, and are unflinchingly honest about what they’re thinking. Adorable.
Posted on September 18th, 2007 at 3:08 amAnne got to this post before I did, so she told us about it last night at dinner. Too cute!
Posted on September 18th, 2007 at 7:46 amLOLOL!
Posted on September 18th, 2007 at 2:51 pmThis sure brought a smile to my face. Very cute!
Posted on September 18th, 2007 at 7:00 pmLOL, I can just picture it!
Posted on September 19th, 2007 at 4:50 amLove it — especially the attempt at bartering!
Posted on September 19th, 2007 at 3:17 pmThat’s hilarious!
Posted on September 20th, 2007 at 8:12 amAdorable and hilarious!
Posted on September 20th, 2007 at 7:30 pm