Thursday, May 5, 2011

Rainy Season

The last month has been dotted with rainshowers. They have been of both the literal and metaphorical variety. Perhaps if I were a better writer, certainly a better person, I would say that rain precedes the flowers. I think sometimes it just churns up mud.

There has been brightness. My dad says that Margaret is portable sunshine and I just can't disagree. I did not know that a person could contain so much delight. Her nature certainly speaks for the capacity of a single soul.

The girl jabbers away all day long. Most of what she says is even intelligible. Don't tell me she is not genius. There are a few words that her little pink mouth just can't quite form. Notable among these is the word, "truck". In the language my daughter speaks, the word "truck" is emphatically pronounced, "CRROTCH". This has led to some awkward situations. My dad drives a truck. Margaret loves my dad and his mode of transportation. Loves them both so much that she frequently announces to friend and stranger alike, "I LOVE IT THE POPPA'S CRROTCH!" It is only a matter of time before the social workers show up on my doorstep. We have tried to remedy the situation:

"Margaret, the word is TRUCK. TRRRUUUUCCKKK. Can you say it? I love Poppa's TRUCK!"

"OK! CROTCH! CRRRRROOOOOTTTTTCCCCHHH! I LOVE IT THE POPPA'S CCCCRRRROOOTTCHHHHH!"

Disturbing.

I think there will be less rain this month. I could be wrong. Good thing I have Margaret.

8 comments:

  1. Okay, I'll go ahead and out myself: I am a blog stalker. You are a lovely writer and your posts always make me smile. This one made me laugh out loud! Thanks for the entertainment.

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  2. Hahahahahahaha. I always read your blog aloud to Brian and we both laugh. This time I am laughing while he says "wow" throughout the entire thing. haha. Thank you for being so funny!

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  3. I love your words and as a result, Margaret's as well. Keep on truckin'

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  4. So funny! You know, I don't think we've actually met Margaret in real life. We should remedy that. Soon.

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  5. Meg, not quite the quote you want in vinyl on your wall, but she is darling funny!!!! This is the beginning of teaching phonics without the teaching degree. You will find yourself as an engineer a doctor, a scientist and even a therapist in the coming years. All without the degree. But the mommy degree is the only one that counts cuz you are always RIGHT!!!!

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  6. hahaha i laughed so hard at this! she's darling :) BTW, I need your address- I have your painting, just waiting to be sent to you! email me at lindseyleon@gmail.com!

    xo
    Lindsey

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  7. I wish there was a like button on blogs. I know generic right? But sometimes I have nothing great to say, but " I like!" PS listening to 80's love songs while Jesse is away!

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  8. Bwahahahaha! Oh, my gosh. (Heather's mom, here, in case you're wondeing.) Hahaha! I seriously am still laughing. I laughed until I cried. Funniest story I've heard in a long time. Thank you for sharing, not only the story, but your awesome writing!

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