Friday, January 25, 2008

The Mysterious Human Brain

There have been subtle indications that the discrete subsets formerly known as "Sam's conversations with Jarrah" and "Sam's conversations with everyone else" are no longer so discrete. Or, as George Costanza put it, "Worlds collide!"

For a short time now, Jarrah has been tuning in to my conversations, but usually just to repeat a word she hasn't heard before ("Percussion?") or to shout "Wha' happened?" in a tone less of concern than some macabre desire that the answer will include the phrase "fell down and cried."

But suddenly, I have been put on notice that "little pitchers have big ears." (This expression, which I first encountered in the Laura Ingalls Wilder books, has always seemed like badly damaged [or at least dented and dinged] parallel structure. Pitchers, of any size, don't have ears, so...huh? Why pitchers?)

Yesterday, I was pulling out of the Target parking lot when Jarrah announced, "I have leggings. I can wear them to teach Nia."

I laughed in surprise. "Well, yes, I suppose you can," I said. Long pause. "Do you want to teach Nia?"

"I teach Nia and wear leggings," she said. So it's decided, then. We'll have to spare her for a week while she gets her White Belt.

This evening, after a lovely dinner at D.Z. Akins (our local deli) which Jarrah enjoyed in her apple pajamas with her friend, Alex (we had just attended "Pajama Shabbat" at her school) we bundled into the car for the way-past-bedtime trip home. Jarrah announced:

"I can wrote about this in my blog."

David and I laughed, but now I'm nervous. I've got to come up with some kind of sign so you'll know it's really me.

Okay, I've got it: Cupcake. How's that?

6 comments:

Robyn said...

I wish I could have joined you guys for the post-pajama-Shabbat dinner! It was great to see you this week. Here's hoping that the writers strike negotiations get back on track in a hurry so I can see you for the Oscars. I'm honored to be in on the new code word for the real you on the blog. I promise I won't tell Jarrah the password. Big hugs and kisses to you all and I hope to see you soon.

Love,

Robyn

Type (little) a said...

I, for one would be very interested to read Jarrah's blog. I know she's always concerned about the mortgage.

Jennifer said...

While I enjoy your blog and your writing very much, it might be fun to have a special guest blogger in Jarrah. I know she has tons of interesting thoughts she just can't wait to get out! : ) What a smartie!

Jacob said...

I decided the little pitchers thing had to do with them pouring back out what they'd heard. Maybe, maybe not. That's always the fear, though, isn't it? Like you'll hear your kid walking down the hall and saying "shit, shit, shit" because s/he can't get a pooh bear's shirt adjusted properly.

How much better that your child want to teach Nia and blog. Says something lovely about your parenting, dear one.
xo

Cheri said...

I am cracking up! Laura has been BEGGING for her own blog. She's grown tired of saying, "Blog This Mom!" and wants to do it herself.

Anonymous said...

Can't wait to read Jarrah's blog! :) Lix