Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Not Whistling Dixie
This morning I coined a new nickname for Aiden. His breath was whistling through his nose, thanks to a large... for lack of a better word, BOOGER stuck up his left nostril. So I called him Whistler. And then I realized, "That makes me... Whistler's Mother!" The frightening portrait of the same name sprang to mind. Noooo!
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Hahaha... I love your mind :)
Haha :)
You are SO FUNNY! (And nothing like Whistler's Mother...) :)
Hehehe!!
For some reason, I am always interested in the list of things we expect do for babies and old people that we wouldn't consider doing for the rest of the population, not even our most beloved. Like if Brad had a big booger making his nose whistle, would you reach over there and take care of it? No, you'd tell him to take care of it himself. (Well, hopefully you wouldn't do it yourself, and hopefully you wouldn't even have to tell him in the first place.)
Granted babies can't take care of their own anything, but still. I can handle the expulsion of baby bodily fluids far better than those of adults. Like no one feels the urge to throw up when a baby throws up, but for some reason many adults feel the need themselves if it occurs in their vicinity. Weird.
I love you, Claire!
It both terrifies and fills me with hope that my teachers/mentors were, at some point, in my situation...coming up with some convincing argument so they could just get out of school. I never really thought about my teachers having to write the torturous papers, come up with the totally-thought-up-on-the-way-into-the-meeting philosophies, and spend the night before the paper was due finishing the last few pages. But as I have learned from watching my flute teacher finish her doctorate, a student is a student no matter the age or year in school. (She has a diploma on her wall that her husband and son made that says, "Congratulations on graduating the 25th grade!")
It also gives me hope that, despite being deadline-courting students, most of my professors became pretty great teachers. It can be done! :)
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