Laowai

“Bea, are you done painting?”

 

“Daddy, I’m dill.”

 

 

Bea is not an aromatic herb that pairs so well with cream and salmon, she is simply communicating that she is still eating. Kathy and I always remark about wanting to remember Bea-isms so here is one. The hard part is that we laugh so hard every time we hear it that we kinda want to hear it some more and don’t really correct her. I guess this is a fairly common daddyhood dilemma.

 

Here she is while still painting. Unfortunately she is not the prodigy she might appear – the skillful colors and lines on the page were produced by her mother. What appears to be body in her hair is the smoldering remainder of some hot braids the day before.

 

 

I’ve been traveling since Monday and even now that I am home, Kathy and Bea are in Michigan until tomorrow afternoon. Surely Bea gives this little melancholic look whenever Kathy mentions Daddy.