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Monday, December 10, 2007

My little mice

"Aaaah!" the Opie cried. "What is thees??" she said, waving a box of Cheerios. (Oh, you would not believe the quantity of Cheerios consumed in this house!) She paused. Dread. "It is...an animal?"


"Yes," David said.

"An animal named Josephine."


"Oh!" she laughed. "In my country, we see this and think..."

RATS!

But Josephinie! My little queenie! Why are you eating boxes??? Why can't you eat, oh, I don't know...FOOD!! You're making me CRAZY!!! At our last doctor's visit, you weighed 16 pounds, 4 oz. (That's the 15th percentile, which makes me shake my head very sadly.) While Margaret had gained 10 ounces, you gained four.

Oh, Josephinie. My little queenie. I make you baby meatballs and chicken soup. I slip you Arrowroot biscuits and pizzelles. I sing eating songs! "Oh my darling, oh my darling! Oh my darling, Josephine! Won't you please eat your pears and oatmeal, oh my darrrrling, Josephine." You giggle. Through clenched lips. I even do the famous Cheerios dance, which I choreographed myself. You laugh wildly. And sweetly refuse a single bite.

I do not understand this.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Alain said...

Don't be a Jewish mom! She looks just fine.

December 11, 2007 at 6:22 PM  
Anonymous Cynthia said...

Perhaps she's seen what's coming out of the other one (see above post) and has decided, "Thank you no, I'll be just fine."

December 13, 2007 at 11:05 AM  

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