It was quite a scene in our living room last night.
Imagine me fully reclined in my Corinthian leather comfy chair, covered from neck to sandals with an exquisite orange Giants snuggie, Bi-PAP strapped to my head, pumping life-extending air into my mouth and nose. To top it off, I am also listening to Steve Earle’s cd Washington Square Serenade rather loudly on my Bose headphones. Is there anybody out there one two three on the satellite radio?
Now picture Emma standing quietly in front of our coffee table, just a few feet away from me, completely engaged in an activity that has engrossed her for the past twenty minutes. She is methodically tearing pages out of her Curious George coloring book and carefully using her scissors to cut those same pages into long thin strips of various widths and lengths. It is fascinating to observe the way she picks up the scissors before making the decision as to where she will begin her bottom to top ascent up the sheet of paper.
Emerging from the office comes Fehmeen who immediately begins to interact with Emma. Five minutes into it, Fehmeen stands up and removes the headphones from my ears, telling me to watch and listen the two of them. Emma has morphed into teacher mode and is showing her mother how to cut and color. The pair of them play for a while with Fehmeen asking a lot of questions and Emma doing her best impressions of all the teachers in her life.
Even at this young age, you can definitely see the educator inside her itching to come out.
A young Jason chillin’ with the ‘rents.