“Can I take off my socks? Because I want to make a self-portrait.”
“Mommy, why are your shoes making that noise?”
Spring is finally here!
At school, Jasper and his classmates have had the unique opportunity to work with slam poet Gayle Danley. This is the poem he wrote in her workshop.
A few students from each class performed their poems for the upper grades yesterday, and Jasper represented his class. I thought it particularly appropriate to share today, on what would have been Dad’s 69th birthday.
I miss you
I miss you because we hung out together even though you could not talk, you heard me and listened, you watched me sitting in your wheel chair. I feel sad you are not here, you used to be fun to be with, you did everything that you could. Your hair was nice and Gray and you were kind. I came to say Hi and in your mind you said it back. I remember you sitting there with a computer. I remember you communicated with me in some way. I know now that it was with blinking and a keyboard on a screen. I’m sad that you are gone pop-pop. We had good times.
Mommy, on my birthday, how will I go one number higher?
(He was relieved when I assured him he need do nothing at all.)
Jasper: Siri, can I kiss you?
Siri: How about I search the web for inappropriate behavior?
“Mommy, I love you more than one hundred thousand jelly beans.”
“Mommy, why do you put all that stuff on your face? It doesn’t really make much difference.” (I decided to take this as a compliment.)
“I think Mommy is the best girl. Better than all the other girls.”
When asked by the computer game he was playing (something Ruff Ruffman, I think) to Please Stand By: Jonah pushed his chair away from the desk, hopped off, and stood tall right in front of the computer. (I am not making this up.)
Me: Who did you play with today at school?
Me: What did you and Aidan play together?
Jonah: It’s not appropriate for adults.
“Mommy, how did G-d make the sky? Can he fly?”
Enjoying blackberries at breakfast:
“Everything I eat, my whole body gets in love with it.”
“Well, that’s what you get for sitting on my head without asking.”
To his brother this morning (of course):
“You are a liar! You are liaring!”
Slipping and sliding in the drained bathtub:
“Mommy! I’m having fun with friction!”
“Siri is very helpful, and she is a nice lady.”
While driving past a large, beautiful home in Chevy Chase:
“Mommy, is that where G-d lives?”
“Mom–you know what? I love you better than ice cream.”