So, I was sitting at the table with Maya the other day, when we had the following conversation.
Maya: (staring intently at her arm) Mommy, I have lots of skers on my arm.
Me: (slightly puzzled) Skers?
Maya: Yes
Me: What’s a sker?
Maya: A *sker* Mommy.
Me: Maya, I have no idea what you are talking about.
Maya: You know (motions to face), like a mouse or a cat has.
Me: (light dawning) Do you mean whiskers?
Maya: Yes. Whiskers. I have whiskers on my arms. Whiskers are like little hairs.
elizac | 11-Sep-07 at 11:27 am | Permalink
at first i thought it was going to be scars….but whiskers is much better!
third_man | 11-Sep-07 at 6:04 pm | Permalink
Stories like this make me (a) laugh out loud, and (b) sad for my teenagers who no longer make observations or connections on their own.
rcutsinger | 11-Sep-07 at 8:52 pm | Permalink
She is so darn cute!
Alison
timwylie | 12-Sep-07 at 6:21 pm | Permalink
Yes, I agree with all three comments…except for the teenagers, since I have none.