thus spake mommy’s little bonaparte
“You may call me Bean or Honey. And I will call you María.”
He spoke those words to me yesterday, in response to my saying, “Joaquín! Don’t climb on the kitchen table, please!”
A few hours later he told me that he and his grandmother went for a walk to the pond. I asked, “Oh, you mean that pond over there?” And I pointed. He rolled his eyes at me and said, “Mommy, we don’t have TWO ponds.”
It’s as if he leapfrogged right from toddler to teenager. Bless him.




