Today Henry befriended a colorful burro pinata at the store where I was buying bookshelves. He pointed his little arm up at it–it was sitting up high– and made the universal baby sound for “I want that.” I brought it down and gave it to him. He smiled and patted it on the head, and then made the universal baby sound for, “I want to ride this like a pony.” I helped him climb astride it and he made a clicking sound with his mouth like a horse clip-clopping and bounced blissfully up and down. When I needed him to follow us, I had to pick him up, burro and all, and carry them both around the store. He was completely delighted by this turn of events–a flying burro pinata!! He smiled from ear-to ear all the way out to the car. He held the burro all the way home, and pulled it behind him all around the front yard. I had to do the flying burro all the way upstairs. We had a picnic of mexican food on the floor and made our pumpkin into a Diva with a Mr. Potato head kit. Henry wore the kit box on his head like a hat and both he and Annabelle had a ball wearing the pumpkin’s sunglasses.
Then my dear friend, Michelle, on Martha’s Vineyard called and told me that Annabelle had called her last night. Somehow, she managed to push the green button to call the last person who called me. I didn’t know any of this. Apparently, she had a long conversation with Michelle and told her all about the blue fairies who came in her bedroom window. She said, “My mom’s friend, Kim, says some people call them lightning, but I don’t. I call them blue fairies.”
Pinatas and blue lightning fairies–what a great day.
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