Oct. 26th, 2005
Last night, in a big cuddlefest on the big bed before storytime, Maggie decided to gently stroke my arm for a while. "I'm softing you," she said. We then pretended I was a cat.
Tonight they were playing with blocks for a while. Then Jamie pulled a somewhat worn, curled up plastic placemat with maps of the US on one side and the world on the other, and wrapped it around his shoulders. It looked capelike. "Look, it's Captain Geography!" I said. Karl's opinion was that Captain Geography could be very useful. He could fly around and find people who were lost, and tell them "Head that way, up until you get to that hill, and then turn left. And next time," WHACK! "bring a map!"
A pity neither of us draws, or we could do comics of the Adventures of Captain Geography!
Tonight they were playing with blocks for a while. Then Jamie pulled a somewhat worn, curled up plastic placemat with maps of the US on one side and the world on the other, and wrapped it around his shoulders. It looked capelike. "Look, it's Captain Geography!" I said. Karl's opinion was that Captain Geography could be very useful. He could fly around and find people who were lost, and tell them "Head that way, up until you get to that hill, and then turn left. And next time," WHACK! "bring a map!"
A pity neither of us draws, or we could do comics of the Adventures of Captain Geography!