Wednesday, March 12
He has been carrying a rock in his pocket for eleven days. He says it is not ready to go home yet.
It is grey, with a white stripe running across it like a seam. He showed it to Mom before breakfast and explained, very seriously, that it had good energy. After dinner he built it a house on his windowsill, with four Legos for furniture. Dad reports he was fully serious about this.
In other news: he ate all of his broccoli, because broccoli are little trees and he is a giant.
He is making the whole world make sense in the only way that makes sense to him. We are taking notes.