Saturday, October 31, 2009
Here are two different ways that Mim has described food or drink that did not meet her taste standards recently.
"It tastes like an alien crawled into my mouth."
"It tastes like a pool with bugs in it."
Leading me to ask, of course, "How on earth could you possibly know?"
She has a cold, which is presumably why things don't taste quite the way they're supposed to.
The picture below is how my two children write the word Popeye. The left is Mim and the right is Zaya. (Zaya had a little help with the last two letters.)
In case it's hard to tell, Mim drew an eyeball after the word Pop. Then she made the pupil an M, because she likes to autograph her work.
This was all done in Grandma Lilibeth's classroom, which we try to visit once or twice a week after school is over. The seniors are currently selling those big round lollipops, so the kids usually leave school with blue, red, purple, pink or white tongues. And lips. And faces. And hands. Thank you, Grandma.