chicken noodle shadows

look mama! stripes on my hand!"
i looked over and saw the lines
made by the window shade hanging next to his car seat.
he slowly moved his hands around in the air,
experimenting with this visual.
then he closed his fingers quickly, making a fist.
"i caught them!"
i asked him what he was going to do with them.
"eat them!"
and he gobbled them up.

curious, i asked what shadows taste like.

"soup."

who knew?


liam and paul. thanksgiving 2008.