Life with Jonah

A box for a small stuffed animal, made from a tissue box (scavenged from the recycling bin), yarn, tape, and paper. 

close up: 

Here is one of my favorite things I’ve ever stumbled across on the Art Table… it sums up Jonah perfectly:

Last week, we were riding in the minivan one afternoon, driving south on a busy six lane road… 

Jonah:  Are we going in Dad’s car?

Me:  Uhhh… going where?

Jonah:  Now.   Are we in Dad’s car?

Me:  Look around you, Jonah.  Are we in Dad’s car?

Jonah, making a smooth, calm transition back to planet Earth:  Oh yeah.  No.  But I just saw our car passing us.

Me:  A lot of people have gray minivans, Jonah.

Jonah:  Oh.

I don’t know if just writing out that conversation conveys how bizarre it was, on several levels, especially the fact that he was so matter-of-fact about the whole thing, undisturbed by it all. 

In the end, what I find most disturbing is how his brain works so very similar to mine.