I keep a record of quotes but sometimes worry the magic of the words will be lost if the memory is kept only in ink. The sweet voice isn't there and the demonstrative gestures aren't there and the faces - ohhhh, the faces - they aren't there. Sure, I have short videos that I and probably I alone will review once every ten years or so while blubbering as only I can do (unabashedly laughing/crying to where you'd think I might be having an aneurism). But the chances of catching one of the more choice three-year-oldisms on video are slim. So how can I possibly capture their true spirit, you ask? SCULPTURE!
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| This is obviously not the sculpture. It is the muse. |
Our sweet, aging dog, Penny, is August's very best friend. I'm rather sorry to say that he prefers to snuggle with her at bedtime over his own father. I suspect it's because she's some kind of magical dog that tolerates the pokes, vigorous pats, strangle-holds, elbowing, and downright squishing that makeup how a toddler snuggles. The father: not as tolerant. I can't blame him.
Penny is part of August's family unit and is often naturally included in his musings and plans. And so it came to be that one night during tooth-brushing, instead of requesting mommy or daddy to do the real work of it, August announced, "I want Penny to brush my teeth."
To which daddy wondered, "but....how would she hold the toothbrush?"
And after a thoughtful pause, August replied, "she'll grow a boy hand!"
And so, to remind us all of what a dog would look like with a boy hand, and because I am so, so tired of sculpting Thomas and Friends characters when the Play-Doh comes out ...
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| Penny with Boy Hand |
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| My own husband dubbed it the Horrific Monstrous Abomination Creation. Rather harsh, really. DM me if you'd like to commission a piece. |
