Imogen held up her foot and looked concertedly at the bottom.
MamaJen: What's wrong Immy, did you step in something?
Imogen: No, I just like to look at my feet.
MamaJen: Of course you do.
Imogen: Yes, because they're so pretty.
Imogen held up her foot and looked concertedly at the bottom.
MamaJen: What's wrong Immy, did you step in something?
Imogen: No, I just like to look at my feet.
MamaJen: Of course you do.
Imogen: Yes, because they're so pretty.
Imogen: Mom, I think you're going to vote Don Iveson for Mayor.
Me: Oh yeah, why do you think that?
Imogen: Because you have a "vote Don Iveson for Mayor" sign in front of our house.
Me: I do. Good noticing.
Imogen: What does vote mean?
Me: (long explanation of the municipal electoral process you don't want to hear.)
Imogen: Oh.
pause
Imogen: What's a Don Iveson?
Today we visited the art gallery. There was an exhibit of 19th century photographs. Imogen was particularly intrigued by a Daguerrotype of a leaf.
Imogen: Mom! Look! This one is really old, like 1992 or something!
Imogen: Mommy, it's a good thing I didn't get a baby in The Game of Life because then I might be a grandparent and my skin would go all funny and weird like Nanny's and my dad's and the people at the senior's centre.
Imogen: look! I'm reading a book!
Me: That's great, are you reading all the words?
Imogen: Why do you always want me to read ALL the words???