Because I showed such talent yesterday at the Children’s Museum, mom got me my first fingerpaint set!
My instincts are sound.
Oh yes, fingerpainting and I will get along just fine.
As always, my ambidexterity proves helpful.
My fingers are so green!
(Side note: considering how messy I already am with my food, I wonder if it’s smart to teach me to do this in my highchair.)
Using the color theory I learned from the book that Harriet gave me, I began to explore the spectrum.
Red and green make–um–gred!
Time to speed this up a bit. These little fingers can move plenty of paint around.
I’m gonna get all Matrix in here now.
There is no spoon!
Whoosh.
Kablam!
Whoa…. Did these little digits just do that?
Time to put on the finishing touches, let this thing dry, and tell people a cat painted it. eBay here we come!
The parents bundled me up and put me in the car to go to the Denver Children’s Museum. Dad took this strange photo on the way there.
This is their kiddo supermarket. I need to take unusual measures to reach into the produce bins.
If you stand on these stars, they play music. I can take a hint. This is me standing on one of them.
The museum also has a sporty set of lockers.
Peek-a-boo!
These lockers have 80% of the fun of real ones and only 20% of the grime!
Hooray for filth minimization!
The lockers are fun, but they weren’t the best thing today.
I painted!
This stylish smock did little to keep my clothes clean.
We’re just going to put a happy little tree right here.
Maybe green would be better for foliage.
Not bad so far, right? Know what would make it better?
Left-handed painting!
I switch back and forth like it’s no big deal. Here you can see me carefully going off the canvas.
A blank easel is a boring easel, I always say (since this morning).
Mom flipped my canvas over to make room for some lefty purple.
They also have these surreal mega-flowers here. I think I’ll do a still life of these next time we visit–an ambidextrous still life.
Auntie Elisha wanted to play with my Mega Blocks, so she invited us over for Thanksgiving dinner.
I build towers now.
There’s not much better than a good tower, no sir.
Even though Elisha wanted to play with my Mega Blocks, she was busy making excellent cranberry sauce.
So I got to play with them most of the time.
I come to Elisha’s house mostly for enlightenment.
Her incandescent fireplace puts me in the right frame of mind for reaching nirvana and so forth.
But it’s going to take a lot more cranberry sauce to put me in the right frame of tummy.
In the meantime, I’ll build more towers and see if enlightenment just sort of shows up.
What’s that? Enlightenment requires extensive meditation and hard work?
Bah! This is America! I’ll sit in front of these candles and enlightenment or Santa Claus or something will show up.
It’s the right of every American to expect good stuff to come down a chimney.
That’s what makes this country great.
Any second now….
Well, Bok Bok, it’s that time of year again.
And I am giving you something extra special to be thankful for.
You are hereby pardoned on Thanksgiving!
Nobody eat Bok Bok. Period.
Hooray for pardons!
OK. Let’s move along. I’m thirsty.
I drink out of glasses now.
It’s my thing.
Yes, I’m old enough.
Glug glug glug.
I recognize this as a fish now.
Even my parents have decorative cartoons on their drinkware!
Because it’s a special day, I get to have vegan alphabet soup.
R is for Riley!
I consider myself lucky to be raised in this odd household with its unusual food customs.
This meal has 100% of my RDA of magnet!
Eating all those fridge magnets gives me the energy I need to ride giraffes.
Eat up! There’s enough for everybody! It’s Thanksgiving!
