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27July
2006

with your feet on the air and your head on the ground

maura @ 2:19 pm

For a few days last week Gus had an imaginary friend named Pickle. Apparently he was a giant pickle (duh) with big ears that curled up onto the top of his head. However, he was also small enough to fit into Gus’ pocket. Gus would talk to Pickle by yelling down the inside of his t-shirt, which made for some hilarious scenes while walking down the street. For a while it looked like Pickle would be the fall guy in our house: “I didn’t do that, it was Pickle!” And one afternoon Jonathan had to watch Pickle in the study while Gus and I went down to the courtyard to play in the kiddie pool. But then Pickle disappeared and we haven’t heard from (or about) him since.

Crazy kid.

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4 comments on “with your feet on the air and your head on the ground”

Anne (20 August 2006 at 10:14 am)

Hmm, he seems to have disappeared right after J. watched him! I smell a rat, I mean a pickle.

Also this reminds me, I think there’s a scary picture of nightmare pickles in that Judith Viorst book about the mom not always being right. Or it might be some other book. Maybe it has dark blue on the cover. Hey, you’re a librarian, find it yourself! :)

maura (21 August 2006 at 10:03 pm)

Wait, is it this book? That looks really good. Gus would love it — he is always using us against each other: “no, Mommy said something else! That is NOT true!”

So here’s the weird thing: Pickle came back! Though it’s much more low-key these days. Before it was constant talk of Pickle. Now it’s more like he’ll casually say down his shirt “one minute Pickle, I’m talking to Mommy.” Still hard not to laugh, though.

Anne (4 September 2006 at 4:38 pm)

“Pickle, could you please hold?”

That’s the book. Despite what admissions offices will tell you, it’s never too early to enroll them in law school.

maura (7 September 2006 at 1:48 pm)

Cool, sounds like a birthday present for the little lawyer to me!

Pickle is all over everywhere lately, so much so that apparently our neighbor told her mom that she was babysitting Pickle while we were at the beach last week. Gus, of course, reacted with horror when I told him that: “NO she WASN’T! Pickle was at the beach with US!”

Pickle was very confusing to his two 4 yr old cousins, I might add.


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