It was interesting to me how she did the whole thing with a kind of wry irony. I guess she's too well-read a seven-year-old not to be aware that she was acting out a classic childhood cliché.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
If Your Dad Was a Heartless Butcher of Living Things, You'd Run Away Too
Saturday Peter was pruning some trees and roses while Jane stood by bitterly protesting that he was cutting "waaaay too much" and ordering him to stop. Finally, it drove her to the point of packing some things and announcing that she was running away. Here's a picture of the runaway enjoying a little lunch. I had to be sneaky and use the zoom. She was a whole two houses away.
It was interesting to me how she did the whole thing with a kind of wry irony. I guess she's too well-read a seven-year-old not to be aware that she was acting out a classic childhood cliché.
It was interesting to me how she did the whole thing with a kind of wry irony. I guess she's too well-read a seven-year-old not to be aware that she was acting out a classic childhood cliché.
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It's always nice when your mom packs a lunch for you to run away.
I assure you, she packed the lunch herself. I'm not as good as Jane when it comes to reenacting storybook clichés.
Peter's disregard for nature is actually why we ran away to Washington.
Heartless Butcher!
That's a great photo and I LOLd.
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