speaking slowly and coughing as he battles the flu:
Mom, did you know books with wild stuff in them.. lets your imagination run wild?
I have frequently thought I want to post about Nem so I don’t fall guilty to 2nd-child-forgotten-syndrome, but I always run up against the problem that there’s so much to remember and I don’t have it all perfectly composed in my mind. (Yeah, that’s my insane expectation. Actually not so unrealistic, because much of the time a post composes itself in my mind before I post it. I’m only glad I’m not always mentally narrating my life in the third person. I think it also shows that Nem’s cuteness defies narration.)
One more thing from Mago before I write some things about Nem (next post):
I got a one-dollar sheet of star stickers at Macy’s and gave Nem and Mago a sticker each. Nem’s sticker I just put on her pajamas. Mago I let him decide where to put it. Later he came to me after speaking with Tia, and asked:
Dad, why did you give me a sticker?
Me: No reason. Just because I like you.
He ran back to where he was speaking with mom and shouted:
Mom, you’re wrong!
– and blathered something I don’t remember to her, apparently correcting her interpetation of the sticker. (I’m imagining him now, an archaeologist debating the meanings of hyrogliphs among peers. He recently asked me why hyrogliphics mean what they do. My answer: the people who made them decided they do.) He came back to me and showed me that the sticker was high on his chest under the top of the zipper of his pajamas.
Dad, I put the sticker here, see?
Me: Oh, I see.
Because it’s a secret. So no one will know you like me.
Just like a Dad, to tell the WHOLE WORLD Mago’s secret!
But I’m glad to know it.