Coco loves looking at a frame filled with honeymoon photos that sits next to the TV in the den. The glass that covers each photo slides out; there is no closure. Coco is always fiddling with the glass, much to my dismay. Just now, she slid a piece of glass out and it fell onto the stand. When I heard it, I looked over. She quickly explained. “I was trying to find me,” she said. “Am I there?” she asked, pointing to a picture of Larry swimming. “Or there?” she said, pointing to a photo of a St Maarten street sign. “No,” I told her. “Was I in your belly?” “No.” “Where was I?” It was a funny moment, explaining that she wasn’t anywhere yet, though in some ways, it seems she’s been here with us all the time.
Archive for September, 2007
Fun with Cosmetics
Yesterday Coco came bounding into the room. “Smell!” she yelled, holding up her arm. What I smelled was my really expensive Aveda Self Control hair product liberally applied to her underarm. Left to her own devices in the bathroom, she rummaged around in the medicine cabinet and found it; it looks exactly like a deordorant stick.
“I have fur growing,” she explained. “I need to put this on.”
It’s amazing to think that all of those mundane things you do everyday–that you don’t think about–are being watched and then copied.
