Zeke: Talia, this is my secret hideout. You can't come in unless you tell me the secret password.
Talia: Eyeballs.
Z.: No.
T.: Lava.
Z.: No.
T.: Poop.
Z.: No.
T.: Please.
Z.: No.
T.: Umm... lava?
Z.: Actually I didn't decide the secret password yet. So you can't come in.
T.: Well, our whole room is my secret hideout, and you can't come in.
Talia: "There was a lot of dragons, and they were breathing fire." Me: "Sounds scary." Talia: "Yeah. But I had my stuffed animals. They were a shield around my body. And a mask. And my stuffed animals were made out of metal. And they had missiles in them. With fire in them. And I had a sword. And a shield."
This story took shape this afternoon while Zeke was building castles on the bank of a local creek out of mud and pebbles. He populated the castles with little rock people, which he called "snowmen." After I took a photo of one of them, he decided he wanted to make up a story about them and use my photos as illustrations. Here is the result. The photos aren't great, but if you look closely, you can see the little people and the houses they live in, including a moat. (If you're curious about the praying, I think he recently heard a story where a king prays for something and gets it. If you're curious about the diction, well, what can I say. It's all him. He dictated everything to me without any coaching or suggestions, right down to the number of exclamation points he wanted.) "Snowmen," a story by Zeke (July 28, 2011)
The other day, Zeke announced that his friend at school had "sculpted his feelings." I asked him to explain what that meant, and he said he had made a sculpture of what his feelings were. It looked, apparently, like a big ball of mud. Zeke thought about this for a few minutes and announced he wanted to draw his feelings. Then he spent probably three-quarters of an hour making these designs on a small Post-It note, and then explaining what each of them meant. I didn't get around to writing them down until a few days afterwards, so I don't remember everything perfectly.
Tonight Zeke was asking me about the function of different organs, and then he suddenly asked, "Which part of your body is in charge of love?" I told him it was the brain. This puzzled him because he thought it was the heart, but he came up with an explanation:
"There's a little spark inside your brain that gets thrown into your heart. It does something to your brain that's weird but real, and makes you think that your heart stores love. 'Cause that little energy ball has love in it, so actually, your heart has love in it, and it turns it a little redder, gives it more blood. So actually that's the way the brain helps the heart. When you're five it does it. It helps you learn about love, and it helps you live longer. Everybody has it."