Monday, August 27, 2007

The Wisdom of Isabelle

Daddy, that's how I pay bills.
I look at each bill,
and then I throw them all over the floor.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Isabelle's New Job

By the way, Isabelle has a license that says she can go to work.

Dad: "What do you do at work?"

Isabelle: "Artisting. That's what artists do."

Isabelle Art

Snakes Rouillard
Isabelle H. Rouillard Wightman
pencil on paper cut-outs



Carrie and I, for reasons unknown, were both tickled by these. They are fat snakes, because they ate a lot. We particularly liked the various expressions. Snake "C" is growling because he's mad at someone. Snake "B" is very happy, Snake "D" is not sad but grumpy, Snake "A" is upset. Snake "G" is just a baby. (I created the letters just for reference).



The snakes are named "the same as me!" Isabelle? No, Rouillard.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Wedding Bells & Oedipal Moments

Well, Freud didn't make it all up.

As many of you are aware, Isabelle has a baby, who came out of her belly, named Aim. Sometimes "Ain." One day Isabelle proclaimed that she was Aim's mommy, so I asked her if Thomas (her bear) was Aim's daddy.

"No. You are!"

Moments later, she proclaimed that Aim was her brother. I pointed out that if she was the mommy, then Aim was her son.

"No. He's my brother!"

Well, I suppose, given Aim's parentage, he is her brother!

But a few days later I learned that I was safe. Isabelle was married. She had a husband, and his named was Janth.

"Janx?" I asked, suspecting a lisp.

"No, Janth. I have two husbands."

"What's your other husband's name?"

"Uh... Coff. I have all kinds of husbands."

Why not? Take two, they're small.

Sunday, August 05, 2007