Friday, July 26, 2013

And Then My Heart Went Ka-Boom



My pal Shiloh asked me if I'd bought Edie her own dictionary yet, or if I was going to pass her mine, like an heirloom.  The answer is, I hope my dictionary gets passed down, but only after it's ripped out of my cold, dead, no-longer-needing-to-look-things-up hands.

I bought this dictionary for myself, from Borders, right after high school.  My dad has a dictionary, it's old and worn and just his, and I guess I just thought everyone should have a good one that's just their own.  And this is a good one.  I mark the words I look up, which is fun to remember first learning to use the word alacrity, but annoying when I realize I've already looked up animus.

I was reading some research the other day and had it out on the table when Edie discovered it after her nap.  She looked through the Ds for a while, then flipped around a bit.  As she turned one of the newsprint pages, it ripped about halfway up.  I made an involuntary face, then pulled it away from her (see: cold dead hands, above).  I taped the page back together, then wrote, next to it in the bottom margin, "Edie, 2013".

2 comments:

  1. Love this. Both adorable and tender.

    Also, you can hold her to this years from now. "Oh yeah? Well YOU ripped my dictionary!! I have proof!" I'm sure that's what you intended.

    Lastly, this.

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  2. I like the idea of using a dictionary. I think I will quit googling definitions on my iphone and I will just text you and have you look it up for me.

    I love that you marked the incident "Edie 2013". Its funny, nice to remember that kids will be kids and they will leave a mark, you can be furious about it, or just remember it with a little humor. I think I will "mark the incident" next time. Thanks.

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