Ramona and I had a quiet lunch today. Mac and cheese and a carrot dipped in olive oil and balsamic for her and an open-faced tuna and green olive sandwich for me. She had a lot to say.
I was reading the paper a bit and NPR was on. There was a story about the rebuilding New Orleans plan playing.
"Mom, I had a dream about New Orleans. We were walking there with the stroller and when we got to Mema and Pop's house it was flooding and so Mema and Pop came and walked with us and lived with us." Her eyes were big and serious as she told me about this "dream". It affects us all.
Later we were discussing what kind or dairy-free, wheat-free birthday treat she's like to share with the kids in her school. One girl, we'll call her Karen, has contact allergies to milk and Ramona is fascinated by this. Ramona can't sit by her if she has dairy in her lunch. We talked about our options, but no decisions were made.
About 10 minutes later she picked up a squishy ball we have. It is rubbery, almost gooey. She announced, "This ball is made of soy."
"Really."
"Yeah. Karen can play with it."
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