Pictures

No, not posting any. Just talking about them. Really, I should have titled this one Out of the Mouths of Babes: Or, I Swear I Am Not Making This Up.

Today I took the boys for a walk and we printed out a bunch of pictures, including some of Grandma E and Grandpa M's recent visit. Grandma E tends not to like pictures of herself; we just reassure her that she is, of course, much thinner and prettier in real life. (Which she is.)

Whatever she may have to say about them, these pictures were cute--Iyyar lunging for Barak's truck sweater, Barak squirming around, Grandma E managing to keep them both in her lap and looking pleased about the whole thing. We printed them out and took them home, along with a bunch of others from the last few weeks.

This evening, before bedtime, I was sitting on the floor of Barak's room sorting the pictures into piles--these to send to Grandma E, these to send to Savta, these for my ISIL, these for my grandmother in Hungary. Barak came over to investigate, as was to be expected.

"Barak read it! Barak read it book!"

"Do you want to look at the picture album?"

"Yeah!"

I handed him the album, which had copies of the same pictures that were in the piles (which I didn't let him touch, since he doesn't have any idea about not getting fingerprints on photographs.) He sat down and studied the pages with interest.

"Whoossat?"

"That's you!"

"Yeah! Dass Barak!"

He turned the page, and spied the picture of him, Iyyar and Grandma E. "Dass Grandma!" he said, with obvious delight.

"Yup, that's Grandma!"

"Dass Grandma! Grandma so cute!"

Grandma E, I am not making this up.