Out of nowhere the other day, Caitlyn announced, “I don’t like the dark.” She paused, then confirmed, “I like the light.” Having just watched NightWatch, a Russian vampire movie, this was an especially reassuring statement.
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Caitlyn: “Why do we have a cat?”Me: “Mama doesn’t like dogs.”“I like dogs.”“Well, when you are all grown up and live in your own house and are responsible, then you can have a dog.” A pause. “I don’t want to be responsible. I’ll have a cat.”
Caitlyn seems to be experiencing synesthesia, or at least she’s getting her sensing verbs all mixed up. While waiting for the light to change this afternoon, the other crosswalk light was chirping. She says to me, “I see it beeping, Mama.” When warned of impending loud noises, she’ll often cover her eyes. We’ll talk about spring and new leaves and she’s tell me how she hears all the green. My favorite, though, was Monday night on the walk to Maki & Yaki for dinner: “Papa, I can smell my reflection in the window cars.”
“Don’t, Mama. I’m dreaming.” So says Caitlyn to me apropos of nothing while we were at the Seattle Aquarium. “You’re what?” “I’m DREE-ming.” “Ah,” I say. “What are you dreaming about?” A small pause, and then she answers, almost wistfully. “Soup.”
Caitlyn and I had our lunch outside in the garden today, all informal and picnicky, perched on the stepping stones eating our sandwiches while Wasabi took in the sun. She wanted to know if it was popsicle time yet. We’ve planted the peas. Caitlyn has her own “garden”, a large planter where she’s put in peas and hopes for corn. She helped plant the first of the lettuce seeds, carefully sprinkling then covering and watering. I have to keep her from over-watering the beds or from digging where we’ve planted. Til the seeds come up, it’s just so hard to …
We caucused (is that a word?) today. Caitlyn thought “the tacos” was much fun. She got to sit on parental shoulders, and there was lots of applause, one of her favorite things judging from the enthusiasm with which she stopped whatever she was doing and joined in whenever she heard some. I’d never been to a caucus before. Maybe it was the elementary school gym we were in, but it felt a bit like a pep rally: that old-gym smell, barely audible instructions, inaudible speeches, spontaneous chants. I missed the cheerleaders’ dance number, which was always the best part of …