As we got ready for bed this evening, Lilah, I started quizzing you on where things come from. We started with the origin of the wind and ended with “your head” at which point you were unable to give a non-recursive answer.
According to you, Lilah,
wind comes from the sky;
the sky comes from clouds;
clouds come from chickens;
chickens come from barns;
barns come from the ground;
the ground comes from dirt;
dirt comes from doors;
doors come from houses;
houses come from people;
people come from bellies;
bellies come from ur body;
bodies come from germs;
germs come from your head.
It makes perfect sense…except for that part about the chickens……
On Tuesday morning Lilah woke up and told this story to Camille, she aslo told this story to me when I got home Tuesday night laughing throughout the story, getting the biggest kick out of stick falling out of the tree. In true jazz form the story is never told the same way twice but here are the touchstones.
Stick the Turtle thought he was a bat.
He climbed a tree and tried to fly.
But he couldn’t, because he was a turtle.
So he fell into the grass
and sang “I GO”
Here is a video recount from this afternoon, unfortunately Lilah had a case of the hiccups but I still think she has done the story justice.
