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liralenJet came home, last night, with a big, fat, lower lip. When asked about it he shrugged his shoulders in a rather Gallic manner and said, "I climb a laddar and falled down into the sand. My eyes wanted to leak water."
"You cried?"
"No! I didn't cry, my eyes just wanted to make water! The chocolate lipstick will make it all better."
"Chocolate lipstick?"
Jet then took me by the hand, led me up to my bathroom, pulled open my drawer and pulled out the chocolate Whip Stick from Lush. It's actually a cannister of lip balm that's chocolate flavored, and Jet pulled a fingertip of it and slathered it over his lower lip. "There. That's good." he stated and ran off to play choo-choos.
It doesn't seem to bother him at all. John says that as a boy he never really noticed when he got stuff like that, and Jet doesn't seem to let it slow him down at all. He demanded "the salad place!" for dinner and devoured a plate full of food and a dish of ice cream. When we got home, and he'd played for a while as John was doing home improvement and I read Bujold's Winterfaire Gifts in Irrisitible Forces. I always loved Taura and it was good to see her again. Yum.
At 9, Jet asked for a bowl of rice and he ate the whole thing, and then plowed through about 8 graham cracker squares. He would come up to my room, where I was reading, and dance with his crackers, waving them about in the air and grinning fit to burst with sheer happiness. I just soaked it up. Happy boy is quite an addictive thing, and my being happy about him being happy seemed to feed the loop and every time he got more crackers he'd run upstairs to dance and eat them with me. Hee. Yay for positive feedback loops! *giggles* He went to sleep very easily after that. Whew.
Jet did go through an eight step explanation of how colds worked at one point, but while they were logical-to-him steps I can't, for the life of me, connect them up in my head enough to remember them to write them down.
"The world is a great mirror. It reflects back what you are."
-- Thomas Dreier
"You cried?"
"No! I didn't cry, my eyes just wanted to make water! The chocolate lipstick will make it all better."
"Chocolate lipstick?"
Jet then took me by the hand, led me up to my bathroom, pulled open my drawer and pulled out the chocolate Whip Stick from Lush. It's actually a cannister of lip balm that's chocolate flavored, and Jet pulled a fingertip of it and slathered it over his lower lip. "There. That's good." he stated and ran off to play choo-choos.
It doesn't seem to bother him at all. John says that as a boy he never really noticed when he got stuff like that, and Jet doesn't seem to let it slow him down at all. He demanded "the salad place!" for dinner and devoured a plate full of food and a dish of ice cream. When we got home, and he'd played for a while as John was doing home improvement and I read Bujold's Winterfaire Gifts in Irrisitible Forces. I always loved Taura and it was good to see her again. Yum.
At 9, Jet asked for a bowl of rice and he ate the whole thing, and then plowed through about 8 graham cracker squares. He would come up to my room, where I was reading, and dance with his crackers, waving them about in the air and grinning fit to burst with sheer happiness. I just soaked it up. Happy boy is quite an addictive thing, and my being happy about him being happy seemed to feed the loop and every time he got more crackers he'd run upstairs to dance and eat them with me. Hee. Yay for positive feedback loops! *giggles* He went to sleep very easily after that. Whew.
Jet did go through an eight step explanation of how colds worked at one point, but while they were logical-to-him steps I can't, for the life of me, connect them up in my head enough to remember them to write them down.
"The world is a great mirror. It reflects back what you are."
-- Thomas Dreier
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Date: 2005-02-12 10:53 am (UTC)And the bit about not really worrying about getting a bit hurt is SO LIKE MOOSE. Um, is it wrong to compare my dog to your kid?
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Date: 2005-02-14 01:19 am (UTC)It is not wrong. :-) Especially since I compare Fezzik with Jet a lot, too. They both seem to have the same "very polite but not at all obedient" backbone, which I now can, kinda, relate to our upbringing for both of them; and Fezzik (and John and I for that matter) was like Moose, too, being hurt in relatively small ways is just not a concern.
John and I have taken it to mild extremes. I still remember wearing shorts one summer day and someone going, "GAH! How did THAT happen?" and realizing that a soccerball big bruise stamped all over my thigh was the cause of their dismay. Oops. "Uhm. I was playing?" Hee.
Of course, the problem with that has been my tendonitus and overuse problems... sigh, but it's the other edge of the same blade, I think...