Often, Ellie’s expression is just so cute that I have to take a picture of it, and that means that I have a lot of pictures of her face without much more by way of commentary than “Ellie made a face.” This is a problem for me, because I like elaborate verbal structures around the pictures of my children, since it makes me feel like I’m doing something here.
So I am writing what I assume Ellie’s internal monologue must sound like.*
Oh, here we are at the park again. What a surprise.
Perhaps I shall spend the time exercising muscles I don’t usually use. Let’s start with this mouthy thing.
And the right eyebrow. Ah, that’s nice.
Hey look! I’ve been magically transported home. Who took my shirt? Was it my fist?
I’ll teach it to do that.
All right, that didn’t work. Perhaps we could settle this with a bout of fisticuffs?
Also, I saw this bunny outside, and it had nasty, big, pointy teeth.
And I heard my Nana thinks my eyes look brown in pictures. Here, Nana. Proof.
And as long as I’m showing off my accomplishments, look at this head lift.
I’m so proud of myself, I could just grin.
And then plan something mischievous.
*We’re just going to assume, for the fun of the thing, that there is internal monologue beyond “Goo, goo, goo, MILK.”