Snaggle-nose death putto
Setup: We’re watching Julie & Julia. Adam has never knowingly eaten cheese in his life, and claims to hate it.
Amy Adams: …it tastes like cheese sauce, yum…
Adam: Papa, what is cheese sauce?
Me: Cheese sauce is SAUCE made with CHEESE. Honey, cheese is one of the greatest things on earth and I can’t wait until you realize you love it.
Adam: I’m afraid it’s going to be when I’m 44 and you won’t be around to see it.
Setup: I’m putting a speedlight and shoot-through umbrella on a lightstand in preparation for shouting at the boys to hold still for one god damn second while I try to take one frigging decent photograph.
Adam: Papa, when you die don’t throw this stuff away so I can use it when you’re dead.
Me: …
Setup: Trying to get to the bottom of this death thing, and maybe flesh out this weak post while I’m at it.
Me: Adam, do you think I’m going to die?
Adam: No, I don’t want you to die. Maybe you’re too old to die. I can’t wait until I am six and then seven. Maybe I will die when I am 45.
Me: Honey, 45 is pretty young to die.
Adam: Maybe you will die when you’re 100.
Alek: I DON’T HAVE ANY IPHONE!
That’s a great photo caption. It would have made a good post title, too.
My Colombian Spanish teacher had us read Crónica de una Muerte Anunciada. It’s pretty bizarre.
I am a big fan of that novella and happy that I’ll be teaching it again in a couple of months. I never read it in Spanish and probably should. The post title is meant as a nod to both Garcia Marquez and Spy magazine.
What is up with that whole death thing? People’s parents don’t die, for Christ’s sake. Those unimaginably old ages of your son’s imagination sound an awful lot like the age you are now….
I love the SAUCE made with CHEESE explanation.