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