Dear Guardian Angel!
Guess what? My brother just turned six and we had a big party for him. This girl, that everyone runs to and screams in delight to see her, came again. Every time she comes they run at her yelling JEENNNY! They say she is my big sister but I just think she is crazy - what do you think G.A.? (Do you mind my calling you G.A.? Guardian is so long and hard to say!) She always insists I give her kisses and she squeezes me lots and lots. It is kind of fun but I don’t want her to know I think that. So I run and hide from her when she comes.
Anyway - she brought this huge green cake that had tractors and stuff all over it and I wanted to taste it so badly but every time I would manage to scale those huge wooden things they call chairs someone would one along and scope me off saying “Oh oh - you might fall, better stay off of those chairs“. Don’t they know that I have you, G.A. to protect me? Sometimes I thing grown ups are so silly. Besides why do they have these huge things by the table if you aren’t allowed to use them to see what’s on the table. I LOVE sitting on the table. First I can see around the room better and second there are always tasty treats on it - my favorites are the crayons. I can’t decide which colour tastes best so I just keeping biting them all. I wish you would smack my big brothers and sisters though with your wings when they scoop me off the table and put me back on the ground. Or worse when they put me in that big white jail. They even stick their fingers in my mouth and scratch all the crayons out. I would think you would smack them since its your job to keep me safe and I feel perfectly safe on the table! By the way G.A. do you have any idea why my family likes it when I draw beautiful pictures on the paper but not when I draw them in the books or on the table? I mean - the colours are all the same no matter where I use them so why do they like them on the blank paper so much?
Anyway - we finally got to have some of that green cake and I have to tell you - as much as I love crayons the cake was better. I will have to look for a green crayon in that shade and see if it tastes like that.
I love to be the center of attention and I have found a great way to get everyone’s attention just before we eat. I have noticed that before we eat, everyone stops and they all say the same words together. Every single one of them. Emma who is still 3 G.A., even tries to say them and she puts her hands together too when she is saying these words. Everyone smiles at her when she does that, so I have started putting my hands together also. Now everyone smiles at me too. Aren’t I just so clever?
I love you G.A. Good night!
Elsa
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
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Thanks for this lovely post. It reminded me of when I was very young. I was SURE that salad was MEANT to be eaten with the fingers. My father was very concerned that we kept up the totality of Anglo Irish formality at dinner, the knife never strayed from the right hand or the fork from the left. The table was properly set, and we stood behind our chairs until Mum sat down. We did not touch our silverware before Mum took her first bite ... but...
The fork made the salad taste metallic, the interaction between the metal and the vinegar. So, when I was still sitting on telephone books to reach the table, I would watch Da with great concentration so that the moment he would turn to say something to my brother across the table, I could grab a piece of salad, the way it was meant to be eaten.
PS There was NOTHING that tasted as good as licking a lead soldier, under the stand where there was no paint, which is likely why I stumble over words these days!
What a sweet post! I was so cranky when I got home from work but this made me smile. Thanks.
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