we took a longish walk this morning, past the golf course, over the little bridge, and into the leafy neighborhoods beyond. i love how such times afford me insight into the workings of the world as elle sees them.
me: so. tell me about your brothers. what are they like?
elle: um, they are like brothers.
me: right. of course. and what are brothers like?
elle: brothers are like helping you do things. like they help you get down toys and putting it back when you're done playing, and they help you open the refrigerator, and they help you with opening the mailbox. and they play the things you like to do, and they sometimes eat your dinner. when it's not the kind you liked.
we also discussed other family and people groups:
moms are like putting your blankets on at night.
dads are like driving you in the car.
grandmas are like making you soup and kissing your booboos if you have any.
grandpas are like going to work. and they give you bandaids.
uncles are like, well, they play with you. and that is all i know about uncles.
aunt kristin is like playing hide and seek and staying at our house for a couple days. aunt kindra is like taking care of brandt. aunt nicki is like making dinner, and making the table, and one time she had a water fight with my brothers.
cousins are like friends who come to your house. and they ride bikes with you.
and can i tell you what kids are like? girl kids, okay, because i already said what brothers are like. girl kids are like having parties and giving their girlfriends presents. and they wear perfume and chapstick and colors on their eyes like blue and purple.
sometimes i just want to squeeze that kid all up.
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