Where Best Friends Come From
Tonight my best friend (and the Beaner's godmom) is coming to visit. We've been talking about Godmommy Sandy coming for a while, so the Beaner knows exactly whom we're picking up at the airport tonight. He's just not so clear on where she's flying in from.
Aura: Where does Godmommy Sandy live?
Beaner: [uh...]
Me, stage-whispering: Where are the Red Sox from?
Beaner, stage-whispering to Aura: The television.
[This entry somehow got deleted -- wtf? -- so I re-posted it. It was easy to do, since it was still sitting, SAVED, in the Movable Type entry-editing screen on one of my browser tabs. When I tried to re-save it from there, I got a "no such post" error, so I just cut and pasted into a new entry in another tab. I *know* it went live yesterday because (a) I saw it, and (b) my sister e-mailed me about it. Again I say, WTF?]
Comments (1)
I love it when we get glimpses of how children's minds work -- the cognitive gaps and all the great little theories they come up with. When I was little, and I think this is common, I thought that if I couldn't see my mom, she couldn't see me. So I covered my face and thought I got invisible.
Posted by Julie | August 23, 2007 9:21 AM
Posted on August 23, 2007 09:21