The Wackerace Chronicles

Five

Backseat giggles :: snacks & silly bands :: bat rays & sea cucumbers :: pigeon chasing :: grandma & grandpa's house :: chocolate cake with chocolate icing :: return of the little sister :: light saber :: full disclosure thank-you notes :: FIVE.

The Proust Questionnaire: Jonas at 5

Oh Jonas, you sweet, crazed little boy. Last week you had the audacity to turn 5. I'm not sure how I allowed that to happen, but there it is. I thought it would be clever to give you the Proust questionnaire and see what insight you could offer about yourself at your advanced age.  I modified the first question from "what are your favorite qualities in a man?" to "what do you like best about being a boy?" Your answer: "ummm, the part beneath my penis."  I thought 1. how typical & 2. where the hell is that questionnaire they ask at your preschool? Kids.

Jonas' favorite things, age 5 (preschool version):

Family – my sister, my Mom and my Dad
Pets – fish, my cat died
Letter – j
Number – 5
Color – blue/green
Shape – circle
Food – blueberries
Vegetable – green beans
Fruit – strawberries
Dessert – chocolate cookies with icing
Drink – grape juice
Book – jack and annie the magic playhouse
Movie – smurfs
Song – lizstomania
Toy – car track
Animal – cheetah
Reptile – crocodile
Bug – bumble bee
Bird – blue jay
Fish – tuna fish
Plant – every kind
Tool – hammer
Instrument - drums
Visit – my grandma and grandpa’s house
At School – running outside
At Home – ride my razor
When I grow up I’m going to be… a runner!

Pictures from the birthday boy's road-trip to the Monterey Bay Aquarium on the way.

 

 

 

Conversations with Cora

Cora: I have to go pee, mom.

Me: Can you hold it?

Cora [holding up a necklace]: No, I've got this in my hand.

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[staring down an empty staircase]: Ahhhh! There's a lion! It's a giraffe! Hedgehogs! A lot of them. Mean ones.

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RARRRGGGHHHH Arghhhhh ROOOOARRRRRR URRRRRRRRGGGGGG [repeated 350x while hiding behind a couch cushion, snarling and swiping claws ferociously at passing family members]

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Cora: Mom, get that monkey out of here.

Me: I took it out of your crib, it is out.

Cora: I can still see its eyes.

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I don't like your hair, mom. it's not pretty. I really don't like it.

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[yelling from her crib at bedtime]: Mom! MOM! What are you doing? ARE YOU EATING? What are you eating? I love you!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! I LOVE YOU DOWNSTAIRS!!! I have to pee! I'm hungry!! I gotta TELL YOU SOMETHING!!! MOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!

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"Yo soy princessa Cora"