October 21, 2005
What Those Holes Are For
Maisy saw this dime-sized, dark, yicky HOLE in one of the drop ceiling tiles at church and it upset her. She likes things tidy. And pink. So she was fussing and fretting about the hole to Scott.
Scott: Holes are not bad Maisy. Some holes are useful. Why, you have some very useful holes in your face, even.
Maisy: I DO NOT!
Scott; Yes, you do. Look here is a hole. *touches her mouth*
Maisy: *indignant* That is NOT A YICKY HOLE. That is my MOUTH.
Scott: Here is another hole *touches her ear*
Maisy: Daddy. That is NOT A HOLE. That is my ear.
Scott: And you have two holes in your nose.
Maisy: My nozrils!
Scott: Yes. And do you know what those are for?
Maisy: Yes! For putting my fingers in!
And she jammed her little digit up in there practically to the second knuckle, by way of demonstration.
Maisy has just been FULL OF IT recently. Like yesterday afternoon, right before I left for Jasper, I heard her call cheerfully from the den, "Mommy! I found some lizard!"
Some. Lizard. Chilling words, but it turned out to be a lizard-part-free hairball yacked up by the cat as a clever halloween prank. So far neither the total humongous lizard nor any shred of him has resurfaced. May it always be thus.
Posted by joshilyn at October 21, 2005 7:58 AM
I refuse to hear any suggestion that perfect, beautiful Maisy is anything but. She is FAR too adorable to be described as "full of it." I'm sure she's just...high-spirited and quick-witted. So there.
Offering up praises for the lizardless hairball... ;)
You are SOOO in trouble! You have definitely birthed a Belle ;-)
Oh my. Yes, I have to say "I found SOME LIZARD" are not words I ever want to hear coming out of anyone's mouth in my vicinity. Not even a mini-Belle's mouth. Glad it was a false alarm.
My children STILL ask me to "do Maisy" for them. They are such brats, themselves, that they are highly suspicious of your beautiful ball of sunshine who refused to let me eat her tutties. ;)
Perhaps I shall add the demonstration of what nozrils are for to my act! Or not.
Actually, the lizard that vanished came to Alabama. The some lizard is another poor lizard soul. How do I know? I was with my mother and since she has been sick I drive her and her car everywhere, I went to open the door yesterday, and there was movement above the door handle. I jumped! It was a giant lizard! My poor recovering mother had to come to my side of the car and rescue me and the lizard.....only in Alabama....lol.
I like your earlier post about your kids sticking their fingers in your NOZRILTS to spread sickness, disease, and the Black Plague. My Miss Bookey has learned all of the face parts and we practice every morning laying in bed, "NOSE!!! TWO!!!" And I say, "NOZRILTS!", and we laugh.
Maisy's nozrils were a big hit at my sister's dinner party tonight. I just thought you should know.
(p.s. my tallest spy says you were NOT "drunk as a goat" in Myrtle Beach).
A lizard in the house is enough to make me move. Which obviously has not ever happened because I've lived here for 25 years. Thank God, I hate the thought of moving on a par with lizards and snakes.
Ben (grandson and the love of my life) sticks his fingers up his nose, far to often for my comfort. He does not do it in a cute way. But he does wash his hands before we bake, and he does scream like a ninny when he sees a snake. I'LL KEEP HIM.