He Said

Buby is right there anytime candles need blowing out.




Who: Me + Buby. What: An interview. Where: Hair salon parking lot. When: Friday after preschool ~ we were 20 minutes early and Bleu was asleep. Why: Because I love to record Buby's random thoughts, especially on his Daddy.



Buby: I love my Daddy.


Me: What does Daddy do that you love?


Buby: He plays. He reads. He plays games. He plays cars. He plays my trains. Painting... I like painting with Daddy.


Me: Cool. Have you ever painted with Daddy?


Buby: No, but I really really want to paint with Daddy.


Buby {still}: I like to eat bananas {as he eyes the unopened banana next to me}.


Me: Does Daddy cook anything special for you?


Buby: Uh. Meat. And potatoes. And broccoli. And cucumbers. That's a lot of things. Grapes. I like grapes. And blueberries. And apples and bananas. I like all of those.


Me: What does Daddy look like?


Buby: A shaped head and one neck and a body and his legs and his foots and circle eyes. He has a little bit of white hair and a lot of black hair.


Buby {still}: That's all I want to say about that.


Me: Do you know how much Daddy loves you?


Buby: Sooo much. Like THIS so much {arms wide open}.


Me: How old is Daddy?


Buby: 7 months? I mean 45? 44? 46? 48? {yikers! sorry, babe}.


Me {laughing}: What does Daddy do?


Buby: He goes on a train. He lives in his office. Far far away.


Me {a wee bit heartbroken}: Well, he lives here. Silly. He just gets home after bedtime sometimes. He thinks about YOU all day though.


Buby: Yeah. It's hard.