Emma at the Zilker Kite Festival today
Some HDR and B&W goodness. Or badness, depending on your point of view.
Nothing fancy here. Just a little boost to the saturation and some judicious cropping.
She likes to take books to bed to “read.” Well, tonight she fell asleep while “reading” her book, “Hand, Hand, Fingers, ZZZzzzzzzzzzz”
In the car today, she asks, “Why are we real?”
I suggested that Descartes would say that we’re real because we think.
“What would day-cart say?”
“I think, because I am,” I replied.
“Why do we, why do we, why do we, why do we fink?” she asked.
“Because we have a brain. Inside our head,” I said.
“Why do we have a brain inside our head?”
Hrm. I liked her existential question better.
A bit later she informs me she doesn’t have a brain in her head, because she’s dressed as Eeyore.
In celebration of November, National Novel Month, my favorite public radio show, On the Media, is having a contest wherein listeners submit a 12 word novel. Here’s Emma’s submission:
A novel in twelve words, by Emma, four years old.
Adapted by her daddy from her 31 word opus, “In the Shadow of the Moonlight”
In the moonlight, a tiny, tiny, little bird hatched.
It was me!
In the shadow of the moonlight, a little egg dropped onto the ground, and it cracked open and a little, tiny tiny bird came out, a little tiny bird…and it was me!
It’s ye olde international talk like a pirate day.
(Pirate getup courtesy Erica Sadun’s Pirate app for the iPhone.)