Yesterday, BJ made it very clear that he has noticed me ramping up the crafting output over the last two weeks. I've been grabbing the wire and pliers and using most spare moments (such as they are!) to get some wrapping and weaving done on yet another Bird's Nest Pendant or pair of Knit the Knot Known Earrings. It doesn't result in a lot of finished work, since I'm almost always interrupted, but I've managed a few new pendants or pairs of earrings each day. Better than nothing!
Anyway, yesterday afternoon (as I was wrapping a wee ball of blue "yarn") BJ asked me to write down a story that he wanted to dictate. Happy to oblige, I put aside my work and grabbed a pencil. This is what he told me:
THE LADYBUG ATE JEN'S JEWELRY
The ladybug crawled on Jen's jewelry. And munched on it! And then Jen had no more jewelry. And Jen said, "I'll make more jewelry."
And the ladybug munched on all that jewelry! And Jen shouted, "I'll make more jewelry!" And the ladybug munched on all that jewelry.
And Jen said, "All right, all right, all right. Now the jewelry will shoot out of you, ladybug."
He thought it was quite funny, and we had a good laugh. The writer in me finds it especially interesting how he was playing with perspective -- several times, he started to say "you" or "Mommy," but (with no prompting from me) he immediately corrected himself so that the story consistently referred to "Jen" instead. I admit I wouldn't want him calling me by my first name all the time, but in this case I thought it was pretty durned cute.