brood

i think there is a reason that making lemonade has become a proverb. in a world where sugar and lemons are so easily acquired, there is something so utterly simple about lemonade. now, i prefer mine made with honey, but i am of course a bear.

levi and i made lemon/lime-ade the other day. we squeezed about 4 large lemons, and twice as many small limes. this was a remarkably small amount of remarkably tart juice. we added water to the juice. then then we added sugar, and then more water, then a bit more sugar until it seemed like lemonade, but at that time we had both already sampled it and pickled our tongues. levi probably was more pickled than i, but by pickled i mean happy as juice.

during this process levi was very excited about using our juice squeezer, but despite his enthusiasm, pulling the lever until all the juice was extracted proved too difficult. i told him that instead he could watch the glass and witness the glorious egress of juice, while i was doing the the lever. he then said “okay, yeah, you can be the doing-er, and i’ll be the watcher.” And so we were. He then became the drinker, and i the pouring-er. I drank a bit too. (In fact, now we’re out, and tomorrow will be in the 90s again, so I’m now wondering whether we have citrus in our fruit bowl.)

This behavior of assigning roles is somewhat new for Levi. He likes to define rather arbitrary sounding titles to what seem like impossibly simple games, and then define the roles for the game. For example, throwing the frisbee in the tree was something like “fly fly catch tree” game. I believe I was the watcher and he was the flyer, and the tree, the catcher. Really… Unlike my ability to describe it, his imagination seems inexhaustible.

Mark