Friday morning as the boys and I plodded on through school Skeezix made two cat pictures and then I gave her eight popsicle sticks. Enough to make puppets of Mommy, Daddy, the kids and the cats.
About an HOUR later, she came to us and said, [this is great]
“Mom, Ine betending you and Daddy and [sic] Champ and [sic] Angel died on da cross, okay?”
“Huh?” I replied.
“Well, you and Daddy and Champ and Angel died on the cross. It’s okay. Ine just betending”
“Huh?” I replied.
“Well, you and Daddy and Champ and Angel died on the cross. It’s okay. Ine just betending”
So I said, “Why are you PREtending we died on the cross?”
She says, “Well, I just want to be done making puppets.”
She says, “Well, I just want to be done making puppets.”
See – she’d made herself, Beau, and the cats, and wanted to be done. So she had to make a reason why we weren’t there. And she is pretty fascinated with the crucifixion. OY.
Okay – despite that BIZARRE story – her puppets are very cool!!!!!!!



