Monday, October 24, 2005


I am starting to think that shamanism has genetic beginnings. This morning, Sprout took all the heads off of his little tiny Lego people and collected them together in a jar. "Dat is my jar full of heads," he said. Oooh, that sent a tiny frisson up my spine. Tres voudou-esque. Then he took them out and put them all together into what looked like a totem pole of heads. My little shaman. Aunt Frieda would be proud.


Blogger Eileen said...

Wow, cute and scary all at the same time. He didn't shake the jar of heads obsessively, did he?

10:55 pm  

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