Family fun
(to fully appreciate this one, you need to know that my dad is an avid photographer and my mom an avid videographer, particularly when it comes to (a) travel and (b) their only granddaughter; they came out for a visit over New Year's)
Having mastered the name of her own street, Tessie is now eager to learn about others, and "What's this street called?" (followed by "Why?") is a common refrain during our drives. This morning we were on Foothill Blvd., which I explained was named for the foothills of our local mountain range, which we could see to the north.
T: "We went to the mountains with Babi and Děda."
me: "Yes, we did. What did we do there?" (to see if she'd remember playing
in the snow)
T: "They take pictures!"
Fire trucks, fire trucks
As previously mentioned, we pass by a fire station on our way to and from work and school. Today the lights were out in the station, prompting this analysis from Tessie:
It's dark inside the fire station. They didn't turn the lights on. Fire truck is sleeping. We read a story to the fire truck so it can go to sleep. When we get home we read a story to the pretend [toy] fire truck.
Seek, and ye shall find
Apropos of nothing, Tessie stated: "We saw baby Jesus at the pub."
me: "Really, now? What was baby Jesus doing at the pub?"
T: "Lying in the hay!"
Oh, o.k., now I know what she's talking about: Over the holidays, there was a crèche (not to mention a Christmas tree, several penguins, a snowman, and a menorah and giant dreidl) set up in the pocket park just outside the local pub we often visit. The crèche (and tree, penguins, snowman, menorah, and dreidl) got many -- evidently memorable -- visits as well.
Miscellany from the back seat
Upon encountering a traffic jam: "Too much cars need to get out of the way. Bye bye, too much cars. See you later, too much cars."
"The moon is a semi-circle." (Indeed it was.)
And, finally: "Elmo's not a monster. He's real!"
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