Hi, Rock!

 

Okay, except for the fact that you can see the veins in her forehead, which is kind of gross, isn't this a beautiful picture? I feel like it should be the album cover for some sunshiney seventies hippy rock group.

I took this picture weeks ago, but it serves as a nice backdrop for something that happened today. Isadora and I were hanging out, watching ants. We were talking about what they might be doing. Were the ants walking? Were they running? Were they going to school? Were they going to work? And so on.

While we were doing this, Isadora was holding a rock. And out of nowhere, she lifts up the rock and says, "Hi, rock." Not a big deal. But then, in a really high-pitched voice (not coincidentally, the same Elmo-esque voice I for use whenever I assume the role of some speaking stuffed animal), she says, "Hi, Isadora!" The rock was talking back to her! It was really cute, but it also had a kinda creepy redrumy undertone to it. I mean, a rock was talking to her. Is she crazy?

In other cute-news, near the end of our sojourn with the ants, Isadora took it upon herself to shout, "Go work, ants!" She's so bossy.