Trev

Serial Monsterku!

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Jacqui from Jacqui’s Room, knowing my tendency to haiku without warning, referred me to Adam Rex’s kaiju (or “strange beast”) haiku contest. Gabe and Trevor each thought one up, but I couldn’t resist — I submitted three. The fourth, however, I kept for this page, because it seemed a little dark for the contest. You be the judge:

up from the village
like fireflies among brambles
torches and pitchforks

he roars his welcome
they reply in kind, but their
smiles are upside down

misunderstood wretch
a single tear slips slowly
from his stolen eye

the villagers shriek —
by firelight, red leaves among
broken scattered limbs

Trevvy, Re-Thinking

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Apparently Jodi read the last blog post to Trevor. He said, “Mommy, I wasn’t thinking of Mars. I was thinking of heaven. I want to go to heaven.”

Do they stay up all night and sleep during the day in heaven?

Trevvy, Still Thinking …

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The scene is a father and four children seated around a cluttered, crumby, sticky breakfast table. The youngest, TREVOR, has only recently been awakened by DAD to eat breakfast. Trevor addresses his dad out of the blue.

TREVOR: When will I be at Mars?

DAD: When will you go to Mars? I dunno — maybe if you become an astronaut when you grow up, you’ll go to Mars someday. But people don’t usually go to Mars.

TREVOR: Maybe if I’m an alien, I’ll go to Mars.

DAD: (laughing) Maybe. But I don’t think you’re an alien. I’m pretty sure you’re a human.

TREVOR: But maybe I will … I saw an alien world. Aliens stay awake all night — and sleep during the day.

Trevvy Thinking, Again …

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Trevor just approached me with a look of revelation and the smile of certainty on his face.

“Daddy,” he said. “Babies are the cutest humans in the world!”

“Oh, really?” I said.

He smiled, nodded once, turned and walked away.

I’m thinking perhaps four-year-old boys might give babies a run for their money.

First Day of School

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The kids rolled out of bed around ten to six this morning. It wasn’t yet light, or else my eyes were still closed and I only thought they were open.

It’s good they were excited for school. Trevor starts preschool a couple days a week in another week or so. Campus is covered with students, too — and like clockwork, a cold front blows in, rustling the ivy outside my office window.

Good thing I love fall!