February 19, 2005

Two and Already Hellbound

I am in Birmingham at a lit conference -- BIG FUN. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow or Monday, but right now I have to post this picture I took yesterday...

Maisy has renamed Schubert the cat. She calls him "Waffles," even though she can't PRONOUNCE it. She's got the rest of us doing it too. Quite a step down! He went from being one of the world's most brilliant composers to a simple carbohydrate. And in a post-Atkins world, no one even LIKES carbohydrates anymore. Poor old Kiggy...

I discovered them sitting together like this on the stairs.
Me: Maisy? What are you doing?
Her: I petending to be Law-fuls! Meow!
Me: ...
Her: I only gots one eye.
Me: ...

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I have no response to that. <--name that film.

Posted by joshilyn at February 19, 2005 7:08 PM
Comments

Joe VS the Volcano! Do I win a copy of your book??? :)
Love your blog.
Paula

Posted by: Paula at February 19, 2005 8:21 PM

I have no idea what movie, and I've never seen Joe VS the Volcano, but the photo is priceless.

Posted by: Karin at February 20, 2005 5:45 PM

Aarrrrrgh, it's Maisy the One-eyed Pirate and her sidekick Law-fuls!

Posted by: Mir at February 20, 2005 7:20 PM

Who's bigger Mazzie or Waffles? How could you leave that child with that large domestic beast? It's Joe vs. the Volcano. Meg Ryan. Do I get the "Gods in Alabama" shot glass, golf towel, pancake mix basket?

Posted by: Waylon at February 21, 2005 9:31 AM

Nay, nay, valiant contestants. Hold out for the authentic "gods in Alabama" empty tequila bottle (worm not included).

Posted by: David at February 21, 2005 9:07 PM

I know Paula already posted the correct answer, but I just want to say that I tried to post it this weekend and your durn comments weren't working. And I wanted to say this: "Long ago, the delicate tangles of his hair covered the emptiness of my hand."

Posted by: Aimee at February 22, 2005 10:55 AM

"I'm not arguing that! I'm not arguing that!"

What an adorable site.

Speaking of cute kid speaking, my daughter used to call "pretzels," "putt-putt-mennows." After a few months of listening to this and thinking it was strange, but not really knowing why she did it, I asked my wife.

She explained, "Well, she used to call them 'mennows.' So I tried to correct her: 'Pretzels,' honey, they're 'pretzels.'

'Mennows.'

'Pretzels.'

'Mennows.'

'Puh - puh - pretzels.'

'Putt - putt - mennows.'

Then the phone rang so I let her keep it that way."

Posted by: Brian Jones at February 23, 2005 12:19 PM