Tuesday, December 18, 2007

St. Mona

(While putting clothes on our cat, Mona)

"Oh, Mona, you're a saint. Mona is a saint-cat. If you want to be a saint, I'll put these on you, Mona. I fear that you will do this. She's a cat so she needs to be saint. Here, Mona, you need underwear on your head to be a saint...Saints have rubberbands on themselves. You're a saint who looks out the window!"

(A story Natasha read aloud to a friend who was visiting)

"Once there was a pig. And he had a mom, but it was too short. So he went to find another mom. And then it got a Christmas tree and decorating things on it. And that's the end."

1 comment:

Adva Ahava said...

Re: Saint Mona:

Is this what happens to the children of religion historians?

So freakin' cute.

And I love Natasha's story. Again, it could totally work as performance poetry.