priorities

edgar would NOT go for a bath last night,

so through his tantrum tears, i gently informed him

that we could just wash up his face, hands, and feet with a cloth.

continuing, i said, "i'll start with your face." 

when he blearily asked why, i replied,

"so we don't get foot germs all over your face!"

concerned, he responded, quite seriously,

"but you'll get my boogers all over my feet?!?"

the word 'boogers'=no more tears.

edgar's opus

the boy paints something in 10 minutes, on the back of a cereal box.
a something more lovely than i ever produced
 while earning my visual arts degree.
bravo.

pleased to meat you

scene from a meat department.

edgar:"am dat ticken?"

me:"no, it's..."

edgar (interrupting); "am dat beef?"

me:"no, it's..."

edgar, (very excited now); "am dat carrion?"

small talk

"mama, the smallest things have the best hiding places."

esther