In The Middle Of Our Street
That look is headed for Broadway. We know this because that’s Chloe and she is the street’s up-and-coming ballerina. And though she wasn’t on stage and this wasn’t a performance, I couldn’t help but realize the kid knows how to look into a camera.
At least long enough so as not to mess up her art work, that is. And Charlie Girl along with her.
It was Tuesday and that means Miss Alma, once again, has something unique to pass along to the kids in the neighborhood lucky enough to have secured a spot in her ever-popular art class.
There is no telling what they’ll come home with but it’s always hands-on and always worth a frame or a honored location on the mantle.
Very. Hands. On.
Whether Miss Lucy likes it or not (and she didn’t, by the way). But her mom, Annie, isn’t new around here and knows the exact balance between Here Let Mommy Show You and FINE YOUNG LADY, DO IT YOURSELF! Which sounds more like a yell than Annie ever would. Annie, like Cute Redhead and I (and like so many other parents in our season are admitting more and more and more), is in the wrong decade altogether. Meaning we’re ten into the 2000′s and all of us are thinking that the 1950 through the 1970′s had it more right than they ever had it wrong.
Which plays out something like “Get out of here and don’t come home until the street lights come on.”
And if you’re a product of those decades you know exactly what I’m talking about.
(This isn’t a word I throw around at all — it’s just not a guy word, sorry — but when I said “face this way and smile, honey” and she faced this way and smiled, I couldn’t stop laughing and had to say The Word I Don’t Throw Around Because It’s Not A Guy Word: Fabulous!
Of course I’ll take a photo of yours, sweetheart.
Is it just me or does this beg a two-page magazine spread for perfume lol?
And this is Miss Alma showing off the more masculine approach to the handiwork, courtesy of Ian. He and his brother David Michael joined the effort and produced pieces of their own. Not bad.
And not bad for our street.
Summer is well under way and I just discovered there remains but one home still occupied by its original owner, just across the way. Another neighbor, Kitsie, who was a young mom back in the day, tells us that our block alone (and not the all-the-way-around-the-block block…JUST up and down this side of it) once had (sit down for this one) 100 kids on it.
And, nowadays, our house is in the middle of the street.
And in the middle of that street is a riotous number of new kids learning all the things you learn on your street. Including how to carve up the summer months by hauling it over to Chloe’s driveway and making something cool like Mexican Niche Shadow Boxes.
Oh, and this little dude is our Y-Y. Which is what we call him. And how it’s pronounced. But it’s short for Wyatt.
And he rules.
Just ask his grandmother, Miss Alma.
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