Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Of lightbulbs and jellybeans

Dinner this evening consisted primarily of end-of-the-season corn on the cob. We ate it until we were blissfully full and then blanched the remaining ears to freeze for a winter delight at some later time.

For now, the warm waning days of August and dinnertime banter is more than enough to delight.

K: (interrupting the satisfied crunching and butter slurping with this completely out-of-the-blue question) Why did you want to be a lightbulb when you grew up?

A: I don’t know. Mom said I could be anything I wanted when I grew up. I was just little – maybe 3 or 4. It was just something I said. Why do you ask?

K: Well, I always thought black jelly beans were cool. They were all black and slick-looking -- almost shiny.

A: You wanted to be a black jelly bean when you grew up? Now that’s just ridiculous.

K: No, I didn't want to be a black jelly bean -- I just thought they were cool! And wanting to be a lightbulb wasn’t ridiculous?

A: Hmmmmm. . . nope.

1 comment:

Hey There! I'm Amanda! said...

I wanted to be Grizzly Adams when I was a kid. I watched a lot of Grizzly Adams, what can I say? He had a special kind of way with animals.