Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Claraism du Jour [annotated]

Mummy, I'm going to sing a song. 
[Not unusual]

May and Noodles went up the hill, up the hill, up the hill.
May and Noodles went up the hill to see what was on the farm.
[Unusual: 18 months ago we had a month of pet death.  May, my beagle, and Noodles, my elderly cat, both passed away.  I haven't mentioned them recently, BUT Husband's elderly cat seems not to be thriving.  Perhaps Clara senses something?]

On the farm they walked and walked, walked and walked, walked and walked.
On the farm they walked and walked, and then laid down and died.
[Um.  Unstinting acknowledgement of home truths.  Are four year olds supposed to be so matter-of-fact about death?]

2 comments:

  1. I think so actually. My 3.5 year old when told that our dog was almost 8 years old and 'getting up there' said, "We should get a new dog then when Riley dies." Blink Blink

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  2. Blink Blink indeed! They sound SO WISE sometimes.

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