pretty like a t-rex princess
Today, in episode II of “Let’s Pretend it’s 1990″, I slept until 4PM.
(I was up late. Very late. Writing. Not that that’s any excuse and please believe me when I tell you that I know how lucky I am to have my mom here to help on days like today.)
I got up and drank about a liter of espresso. Following caffeine fortification I attempted to draw a lifelike “Thumper” for Bean. According to him, I failed miserably. Mommy, he said, that does not look like a bunny AT ALL.
And that got me thinking.
(Afternoon? Early evening? Whatever.)
First, children remind us that we are not nearly as awesome as we think we are. And then, simultaneously, they show us that we are infinitely more amazing than we ever could have dreamed possible, because how else can you explain that magical little creature? That magical little creature who vaguely resembles you physically and looks you right in the eye and says things like,
Mommy, you look so pretty! Almost as pretty as T-Rex. Or a princess. Or a T-Rex princess.
My teacher says I have a big imagination. (pause) Where’s my imagination?
Helicopters are faster than airplanes but I still wanna be a helicopter when I grow up because they get to go upside-down.
That’s not a DEER. That’s an ANTELOPE. You can tell by the horns.
Am I sixteen yet? Because I want to drive.
This parenthood gig isn’t easy. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Posted on October 12th, 2009 under Grenada • Tags: from the mouths of babes, joaquin the illusrious bean, motherhood. • 
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