shall I compare thee...?

"Mama, your hair looks like a dandelion."

"It does? Ah, thanks honey. That's very poetic of you!"  I don't often pride myself on my frizzy hair. "That's called a metaph—"

"Yeah, like when it's dying and about to blow away. With all those white and brown parts."

Thanks Jude.  

when a man gets down on one knee

Eating out after a splendid day of hiking the big dune on the Atlantic in France. 

The waiter got down on one knee to listen closer to CC as she complained about the lobster. Of course she was giggling a  little. And of course, he was young and handsome.

Mama, why is the waiter down on his knee and talking to CC like that?

Oh I don't know honey. To hear her better i think.

Is he making an engagement with her?

The trouble with you Buddhists...

A week at the lovely Plum Village in France. You weren't sure who Thich Nhat Hahn was, but when you saw his face all over the place, you smiled with glee and uttered with affection, as though meeting a kindred spirit: "monkey."

Nice for all of us to get loved up by the Sisters while attempting to practice mindfulness.

When neither of us adults could figure out how to get the industrial sized tp roll onto the holder (oh how we tried to yank the holder off the wall of our little cabin bathroom, but we could not figure it out to save our mindful minds), we defaulted to you, oh king of the Legos. In you walked to the bathroom, took one look at the thing and pulled it out on the first try. You even figured out how to insert the roll quicker than we could.

"The problem with you Buddhists Brothers and Sisters," you said, "is you're too darn gentle with everything."

at the bus stop a May morning after seeing a bunny

Now we love anything bunnies. They're our new cats, though we go nuts for them too. But ever since you got Louie rabbit, "my son," you claim, you're over the moon.

"guess what mama?"

what honey?

Rabbits are actually Rabbis.

Oh yeah?

Yeah.

Cool.

Yeah, rabbits are rabbis.

And what are rabbis again, Jude?

I don't remember.

Jude.

Oh yeah: aren't they those guys who wear glasses and read out of big books on special holidays at church and stuff?


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"okay honey..."

Lately you are calling everyone honey. You're like Midori the parrot in San Diego. You say what you hear. You've been hearing me call you honey for so long, now it's "Okay Honey..." to just about everyone.

Noah and I are laughing still about being in San D and you saying goodnight to all the cousins, and then, to me, out in the living room, reminding me to tuck you in for final night night, you go, "See you in bed, honey!"

Well. That too some explaining to the cousins.

And of course, lately in piano... and I keep forgetting to remind you that "honey" is only for... well... family. But you keep on keeping on in piano lessons. Teacher J tells you to play this or that or try this or that and after a few "No!"s you finally aquiescce with a booming "okay honey..." in that little drawl you've taken in from somewhere.

You saw me bite my lip to keep from laughing last Tuesday.



Oh, honey... you are all the good nectar of every honey berry sunshine there is.

do you want toast, Mama?

Sure, honey! Thanks!

Do you wanted it toasted?

<3

The truth about apartment dwellers

Upon realizing Noah does not own his apartment : "so you're basically homeless then?"