you can cook on the sun / you can cook bacen on the sun
Or at least, such a claim was scrawled by Luke on a piece of paper now residing on the fridge. It’s amazing how literally he takes this stuff, how black-and-white it is for him. I tell him that the environment on the surface of Venus is like the inside of our oven, and I can just see the gears turning in his head as he works out the similarities between cooking foods in the oven here and what it must be like on Venus. It’s palpable.
Here are some of the latest Penelope-isms:
- A determined “No FANK you!” when a suggestion/command is unwelcome.
- Every morning she asks, “Dad, is it time for tasty breaktast?
- She loves to sit and watch TV with you, but she hates Pinky Dinky Doo.
- She loves to wear her headband, shoes, watches, any kind of accessory.
I finally found all our long-overdue library books after the move, returned them and was able to check out H.A. Rey’s Find the Constellations for Luke. We went through and it interested him, though he wasn’t exactly captivated by it. He’s getting a telescope for his birthday, so I foresee many stargazing nights ahead. I love that he loves the stars and constellations, by the way.
Finished reading the recently-published, excellent Children of Hùrin. Started the Silmarillion. Yes, I’m on a Tolkien kick.