Rosie Dentist

Rosie was playing quietly in the garage and I was inside, being a lazy housewife, reading a book. It seemed awfully quiet out there, so I opened the door and peeked out. She was sitting on the steps with the cat. She was looking a bit guilty.

I sat down next to her, she handed me the cat, who was purring but looking a bit wild. I noticed something odd on Rosie's ear-- blood? A well-deserved cat scratch? I went to wipe it away and a chunk of something came off in my hand.

It was a cat tooth.

Rosie said, "I'm a dentist!"

Hand of Buddha

From the 88 shrines.


This is for Grandma Betty. An actual hand of Buddha fruit! Growing on a tree! At a Buddhist shrine! Thrilling.

Rest

Today I took Rosie for an afternoon bike ride, in the retina-searing heat, so she could fall asleep in the bike trailer. After a mile or two of quiet, I make my way home and carefully pull the bike into the driveway. I carefully unzip the trailer cover and Rosie sits up and shouts, "Mommy! Look, I fell asleep!!!!"

Then for me a rush of amusement, affection, and murderous rage.

And... that basically sums up motherhood for ya.