Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Native Pickle.

I threw down a big fifty cents on an old-school metal Spiderman lunchbox for Jay at a 
garage sale last weekend.

It is now his most important possession.

And, now, most things are food.

Laura has been going through boxes of her childhood toys. Among them is a canoe 
with two Indian chiefs, in full head dress and regalia, paddling along. The canoe is 
dark green and mottled. I explained what is was to Jay, and said "Can you say 

"It's a pickle", he said, and slammed it into his lunchbox next to an apple.

End of discussion.

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