Saturday, March 21, 2009


It's a certainty that objects have inner lives and can do amazing things and feel - and Beautiful Wife and I live with a kind of full-time magical realist, where she controls the show (a little bit) and can make anything happen - "what color do you like daddy?" and I say "blue" and Dear Alex can tell me "I don't have any blue cupcakes, but the wrapper is blue, so you can have pink." And then Dear Alex can give me a little blue cupcake right off of her pajamas, and I can eat it. Magically, she can make me a cup of coffee and a plate of scrambled eggs, and hand them to me as I pretend to eat and genuinely enjoy the joy she takes in my playing along in her world.