Flat-earth Five-year-old
Me: Joy, where does the Moon go during the daytime?
Joy: Behind the mountains. And the Sun goes behind the mountains, too.
Joy Smith and my Lincoln log design of a frontier Forest Service fire tower.
Per Joy’s complex, lucid fantasy that she is a Disney princess, she has declared my mother a wicked witch, and locked her out of our castle née house. As Prince Charming, it would be treasonous of me to unlock the doors for the old hag laden with poison apples.
The Smith family attended Joy’s AWANA graduation from Cubby to Spark at the Northpoint Church in Corona this evening. She was very proud and excited.
(Warning: Parts of this movie are kind of gooey and gross.)
Joy was born with a double cleft lip and palette. She recently had scar revision surgery to update the work that had been performed when she was an infant in China before my parents adopted her. For a few weeks, Joy had stitches in her lip and a rubbery device up her nose to provide structure as she healed. That had to come out.
My father captured this movie with Joy in the doctor’s office. She was a cute little trooper, wasn’t she?
I’m babysitting my sister while our mom is out of town. I don’t know why Joy was tormenting the cat. I never understand half of the things she thinks are sensible. I have to say, though, that’s a pretty docile cat.
The parks I played on as a kid had metal jungle gyms and swings. They required a tetanus booster and a bit of faith. This thing is great! And there is another one for smaller children just to the right. (Make sure you click on the photo for the full effect.)
Joy got her stitches and that nose support out today. Look how cute she is!
I want you to shave your face off. It tickles you. You will get a new one.
— Joy, commenting on my beard
