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Archive for September 15, 2007

Mabel Murple and Too Tall Reid

Reid has a book about Mabel Murple by Sheree Fitch, which tells the story of a little girl who dreams about a purple world and the life of a purple girl named Mabel Murple. There was an exerpt in a recent Owl or maybe Chickadee (one of Melissa’s kids read it to Reid) and so we’ve been reading it lately. In any case … one morning this week,

Reid: When I was tall like daddy, I was a boy and really tall. (Reid stretches her arms above her head.) You were a durl. There was no mommy.
Me: No mommy? That is sad.
Reid, not paying attention to me: And I had a tall telebision. (Streches arms above her head) And I watched tall shows. (Stretches arms again) I was the brother and you were the sister. You were a little durl. And there were 2 daddies.
Me: Ah, 2 daddies. (Thinking: being a single parent seems very difficult)
Reid, seeming to have noticed I’m interested in the parents in the story: Daddy was one daddy and I was the brother and you was the sister. And … (more about being tall and a boy)

Reid’s description of life as a tall boy continued for about 5 minutes in all. It was a good and happy part of her (imagined) life. To think some people need to be hypnotized to remember their past lives.

Water, just water, not in a bottle

In the last week or so, I’ve eaten at a couple of restaurants and ordered water as I always do. The waiters have been almost aggressive in asking what kind of bottled water I want. “No, thanks,” I say, “tap water with ice cubes is fine.” I guess that they’re not following the news about people getting more interested in the environment and following the lead of the Oz Cafe in downtown Ottawa that was covered by CBC Radio for its decision. My wish for Reid, then, is that our city’s water remains good enough to drink straight from the tap. And to the snooty waiters out there (who probably don’t read this anyway) I have nothing to be embarassed by in ordering water; you have something to lose in your tip, though.

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