A Matter of Perspective
Having a toddler makes me aware of the poverty of my own imagination. Tonight, AC was standing by the gate that leads to the hallway, tossing handful after handful of tiny cards (from a miniature deck she got trick-or-treating) through the bars. "Allison Clare," I said (perhaps a little wearily), "it's time to clean up our mess now. Can you pick up those cards please?"
"No," she said, still scattering away. "I'm just feeding the chickens some cheese."
posted by Tara | 9:57 PM
3 Comments:
Sounds like she's getting them ready for some new KFC debacle of a dish: "the cheesiest chicken you will ever eat!"
This is solid proof that spending time with AC is likely to inspire greater creativity in me than will spending time with my fellow grad students.
oh I love this.
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