Angie and my intestines

by Melanie on 12/01/08 at 3:39 pm

The other day Angie told her teacher Heather, “I remember being in an egg in my mommy’s intestines.”

She saw a rear windshield wiper on a car while we were driving along, and she said, “Oh! Look at that little windshield wiper! It’s so cute!” They are cute.

She had told me she liked something called “clalo,” and I couldn’t figure it out. I asked her teachers. No one knew what she was talking about. Then a couple of days ago, I was driving along listening to John Hiatt’s song “Cry Love” (you’re way ahead of me) and Angie was singing along in the back seat “Cla . . . lo . . Cla lo . . .” I told her it was “Cry love, cry looooove . . . ” and she says, “No. It’s ‘Cry low . . . Cry looow. . . ”

So, “clalo” is deciphered.