Known Johnson

August 24, 2007

The most unexpected request

Filed under: General — Tom @ 11:33 pm

. . . was uttered tonight on the way home from spending the day with grandma: “Amanda, stop eating that rock!”

(Amanda enjoys rocks. We don’t know why. But she picks them up like little souvenirs whenever she encounters them, which is seemingly everywhere because it’s rare to find a house in/around Phoenix without a gravel-covered front yard. She grasps these things like they’re actual treasures, brings them home, and by the time dinner is over, she has forgotten about them and now we’re stuck with these random rocks. Do we throw them away? Are they garbage? Or do we toss them in the yard, which could prove problematic if she keeps this up indefinitely – we’ll soon have a multicolored yard. Or are they recyclable? These are all concerns that I never could have imagined having two years ago.)

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2 Comments »

  1. Same thing here with Abby. I’m just waiting for us to miss a dog poo and have her pick one of those up thinking it’s a cool new rock in the back yard! Ugh!

    But seriously – what’s with the rocks???

    Comment by Lisa harris — September 8, 2007 @ 9:32 am | Reply

  2. […] friend/ex-coworker emailed me after my post about Amanda being fascinated with rocks that her daughter, also the same age, is also obsessed with rocks. Not particularly special rocks, […]

    Pingback by Known Johnson | Born on a desert floor, you’ve the deepest thirst » Blog Archive » Rock and roll — September 14, 2007 @ 11:56 am | Reply


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