People are always telling you stories about the cute things their kids have done. Nobody wants to read about these. We all know kids do cute things, and they’re never as cute to other people.
On the other hand, since MilliCal is my daughter, she doesn’t do Cute things. She does Sick things. You might find this a refreshing change of pace.
Pepper Mill, MilliCal, and I went to the nearby Bertucci’s Pizzeria for dinner tonight (must be the influence of that thread on Best Pizza). One of the neat thing Bertucci’s does is to give the kids not only crayons and a children’s menu to color (like everyone else), but a glob of pizza dough to play with as well. MilliCal, who is almost four, loved this.
Unfortunately, I went to the Men’s Room and missed the best part. I have to rely on Pepper Mill’s report for this.
MilliCal suddenly said “Mommy look at this!”
Pepper, who had been drinking her lemonade, looked over to see.
“I made a Brain!” MilliCal shouted triumphantly, holding up a pizza dough brain, such as Doctor Pretorious would have been proud of. The people behind her suddenly stopped eating.
“You made a brain? That’s very nice!” said Pepper, who believes in encouraging creativity.
By the time I got back from the bathroom the Brain had become a Cobra, so I can’t say anything about its appearance. (“It was a glob of dough,” says Pepper, who is reading this over my shoulder.)“She’s YOUR daughter,” said Pepper.
I don’t know where she gets this from. I haven’t even shown her my copy of Bride of Frankensein yet.