Civil Disobedience
Grammie and Papa are here for a few days. Tomorrow, we all drive the twelve-hour drive down to Ojai.
This afternoon, Jonah had a runny nose.
Grammie said, "Get a tissue, Jonah. You need to wipe your nose off."
"No," said Jonah.
"Yes, it's yucky. You need to get a tissue and wipe it off."
"No," Jonah said. "Mommy said we don't take noses off of kids."
posted by Rebecca @ 8:36 PM
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5 Comments:
That's the first thing I thought...whipe your nose off?
Love the way he processes info.
That Jonah. . .questioning authority already--even if it DOES regard the removal of one's facial features. :) Just totally out of NOWHERE. . .does he have any Superman posters? I got the BEST one for Thad for his b-day at Wal-mart--the "old fashioned" Superman flying straight towards you--it's a great poster.
Nope, no posters. In fact, now that I come to think of it, he has nothing on any of his walls. Hmm. That's a good idea. I wonder if he'd leave it on the wall though. He might try to make it fly.
I agree with the "trying to make it fly" idea. I bet he would even try to use it as a parachute to go down the stairs.
I miss you. . .have you hurt yourself while homeschooling, or are you still on your road trip. . .this many days without a story about a children I've never met written by their mother, whom I've also never met, is just way too long. Way.
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