I found this note on the sidewalk a few months ago, stuffed into a back pocket of my bag, forgot it there, then rediscovered it recently. Basically, the note writer is asking Mireille to do ... EVERYTHING.
Yesterday, as I made dinner in the real kitchen and Oona made her version of dinner in her 'kitchen', she asked me for a knife.
Uh, no, I said, picturing how boring the hospital would be. You don't get a knife. Ever. Use your foam one. It's in your kitchen somewhere, you just have to look for it.
Is this a knife? Oona asked.
Uh ... no, I said. That's a spoon.
Is this a knife? Oona asked.
Uh ... no, I said. That's a phone.
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Yesterday, as I made dinner in the real kitchen and Oona made her version of dinner in her 'kitchen', she asked me for a knife.
Uh, no, I said, picturing how boring the hospital would be. You don't get a knife. Ever. Use your foam one. It's in your kitchen somewhere, you just have to look for it.
Is this a knife? Oona asked.
Uh ... no, I said. That's a spoon.
Is this a knife? Oona asked.
Uh ... no, I said. That's a phone.