tiny muscles

Tonight Bryan was throwing Annie and Paul into the air, making them shriek with delight. During Paul’s turn, Annie appealed to me: “Mom, can you throw me?” I told her sorry, I wasn’t as strong as Dad. She said, “Your muscles are just very tiny?”

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News to us: she knows the word muscles; she knows they are related to strength; she knows strength is what it takes to throw her into the air; she is able to integrate all of this knowledge into an insult.

can i see it?

We do a lot of talking about what we see during our daily 60-90 minutes in the car. Cars, trucks, red lights, green lights, blinking lights, the highway, the regular street, cranes, cranes turning around, buildings, birds, bikes, people, the letters A and P—if it exists in downtown Austin, we’ve probably talked about it. It’s a way to pass the time that feels at least minimally engaged with the kids and mentally stimulating, which assuages some of our guilt for subjecting them to a daily commute strapped down in carseats.

Right now, though, when we point out a feature of interest (look, there’s a firetruck!), Annie starts chirping the first question that has truly stumped us as parents:

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

Look out your window, it’s right there!

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

Well, no, we passed it now.

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

Uh, hey, look now—it’s a school bus!

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

I don’t know, Annie, can you? I’m not sure what you can see.

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

I can’t see out of your eyes, Annie, I don’t know if you can see it. It’s right there! LOOK RIGHT THERE.

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

 

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

Can I see it?

 

So far we have managed not to drive the car into the river.