When we went out to lunch today, Eliot brought along her favorite friend du jour: a 12-inch plastic T-rex that Anselm painted luridly when he was three. She wrapped it up in her napkin and cradled it on her knee. Now she has tied a pterodactyl to a green string and is wearing it as "a beautiful necklace".
But this pales somewhat with her announcement of this morning that her little pink baby carrier is a "death cradle", for carrying things that have died. Jeepers. Maybe this is connected with the Dia de los muertos events-- we went to a fiesta last night at her Spanish school which had a beautiful skull sand sculpture and oferta on display.
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