Friday, May 01, 2009

The Glory of the Brightest Eye Blinking

I've not been too much in a blogging mood lately, but they do start to feel like obligations. Maybe to break the spell I'll try going to the topic that I love best.

We were at the kids' school this morning to read to them. On Brian's class bulletin board they had colors and each kid had to describe them; for example, one kid had "Green is... like an apple growing". Alan didn't do this exercise but Brian did and I thought his answers were particularly evocative (even trying to imagine them without my obvious parental bias :-)):
Brown is... the spring mud oozing between my toes.

Orange is... a playful dog's warm fleece.

Purple is... the royal king swinging his cape.

White is... the glory of the brightest eye blinking.
Really, where do they come up with such things? I think we're raising a poet.

I don't like to post just on one kid without equal time, though, so... The other day I was at my computer and Alan was behind me with paper and scissors on the floor. He was abnormally quiet for the sort of kid Alan is, and after some time he tapped me on the shoulder and gave me this:
This work is entitled "Alan and His Papa Playing Together". For him to put that much attention and planning into a project he thought up himself was very special to me; it went right up above my desk. If I owned such green leggings and a purple onesie I'd wear them just to match the feeling I get from such works of art :-).

4 comments:

Wyatt said...

Once again, reading your blog has completely melted my heart. I love hearing about your little boys and your interaction with them. They are so lucky to have such supportive and brilliant fathers. You guys make me smile : )

Kurt said...

Holy hell, i wouldnt have come up with those answers today.

Guy said...

Brian's descriptions are amazing--I'll never think of white as plain vanilla again! ;-)

And Alan's art, that's priceless! Although I think I may have to shop for a purple onesie and green leggings for you to wear (for the family parade in P-town, perhaps?)...

Scot said...

Oh, Wyatt, just you wait until you have kids; it's a cute surprise every day (offer not valid after 14 years of age ;-)).

Kurt: "Holy hell, i wouldnt have come up with those answers today."

I know, right? Maybe I'm reading too much into it but how'd he know, say, that the blinking eye, going dark and then on again, is so much whiter than the still eye? That struck me as profound :-).

"Although I think I may have to shop for a purple onesie and green leggings for you to wear (for the family parade in P-town, perhaps?)..."

Yeah, umm... send that right along and I'll be sure to wear it. Oh, though, if non-parents only knew how big of fools parents do actually make themselves in order to humor their kids, right? :-)