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Poem by Solomon and Daddy

Everything says it’s sorry to me.

If it didn’t, how upset I would be.

I’d pour lava on it if I had gloves,

If it wasn’t sorry after it shoves.

I’d put the sun on it so it could get burnt

And I’d go away to somewhere it weren’t.

If it poked me on the corner then I would kill it,

And I’d cry over milk after it spilled it.

Posted in Poetry.


The Macabees, a story by Solomon

Macabees when they, the first time of Macabees, the starting of the Macabees, what are those, the starting of the Macabees?  When they fighted.  When did they fight?  When did they even fight?  You tell me.  Don’t write it, just tell me.  I want them to be fighting with their swords and stuff.  Do when they take out their swords.  Next I want to write them taking out their swords.  Now spell “take out swords.”  The End.

Posted in Story.


King of the Savers

Another Solomon Story — What do you want to be when you grow up?

A king of the savers.  Savers save people.  Do they have a king? [I don’t think so.] Why?  Then I don’t know if I’ll have a job.  What job will I have if I’m not king of the savers?  You might be wrong because you don’t think so, you just don’t think.  Did someone ever tell you?  [No, no one ever told me that.]  How do you know?  [Because I never heard of a king of the savers.]  Then what should I be?  Maybe I’ll buy some glasses and be the pilot of something.  A pilot of the Air Force.  How do you buy glasses.  [I think you have to have good eyes even without glasses to be a pilot.]  Why? Why? [Because if you’re up in the sky and your glasses break, then how would you land the plane?]  What if you got more glasses?  [You know, that’s a reasonable question.  Maybe they don’t require pilots to have 20-20 vision any more.]  What’s 20-20 vision?  [That when you look at something 20 feet away it looks like it’s 20 feet away and your vision is perfect.]  And they don’t have it anymore?  It’s too long, this story.  When will it stop?  Did you write that?  Even if it’s not in the story.  Do you write everything that I say?  [Yes.]  The End.  Did you write “The End”?  Then that’s the end of the story, because there’s not enough room.

Posted in Story.


S-s-s-s-s-s-superheroes and a police and a asteroid.

S-s-s-s-s-s-superheroes and a police and a asteroid.

It start off with the superheroes and it ends with the asteroid. [That’s what happened with the last story.]  But I want it to be like the last story.

And then the police come and then the bad guys come in and all of the same superheroes.  And then goes this spark, so hot, so hot, so hot, and the superheroes make it so hot that the asteroid, and the sun makes it so hot and makes it so the magic asteroid will come.  And then happily ever after.

Then there’s nothing else.

Posted in Story.


Death

A cousin of Solomon’s grandmother (Bobe) died yesterday. Galia was talking to Solomon about calling Bobe to say he was sad about it and see how she’s doing. Solomon had a lot of questions about why he died. Galia said some of his organs stopped working. Solomon asked, “Did his skin stop working?” (He’s heard that skin is the body’s biggest organ.) She explained that it was other organs, his kidneys and heart and that people die when they get very old and that he had a long and happy life. Solomon asked if he went over a rainbow, which is apparently what they tell the kids happens when people die at the Waldorf school he goes to. Galia said that some people think that. Solomon said, “But his bones didn’t go over a rainbow, right?” Galia said, “Right. His soul or his spirit went over the rainbow.” Solomon said, “And his skin.”

Posted in Anecdote.


Super Kill Wolf, a story by Solomon Mercury Gold

Once upon a time wolf and superheroes fight the wolf giving the policemen the bad guys.  And the policemen bring it into the car and put it into jail.  Then, then, then, people put the wolf in the trap of jail.  Then, then, but what should the police? We should make pictures so they know what superheroes, okay?  [I say, this story will just have words.] But how will they know what superheroes?  That will be wrong.  We’ll write the name on them.  The names are – we just have to make them up, we both can make them up.  The Bird-Wolf, Mr. Staple, Mr. Jail because he traps them by being like jail, the Mighty Mucus who traps bad guys with lots of snot, the Mighty Fucus who traps them in a house that has no door and only has a trap door in the ceiling and they get trapped when they get in, it opens up and closes, they go through the chimney which has no fire which is, which is, which has, which gets locked, which, which, which gets, then they can’t move anymore because they’re trapped.

Computer Man which is made of electric kills the bad guys by being electric.

The story ends by an asteroid.

Posted in Story.


Wishing Well

At the National Building Museum, Galia left us at the big fountain to go to the bathroom. Solomon had a few pennies to throw into the fountain. For the first penny he said, “I wish that Mommy will come back.” Then for the second penny he said, “I wish that Mommy will come back very soon.” For the third penny: “I wish that Mommy will come back so soon that she’s already here.” Then Mommy came back. For the fourth penny he wished “that the penny will go into the fountain.” All four wishes granted! A very powerful fountain.

Posted in Poetry.


Jumping in Space

Solomon asked, Do small jumps take more gravity than big jumps? And we talked about the relationship between jump size and gravity. He asked, what about if you jump in space? I said, Then you’ll jump forever, you’ll never come down. Solomon said, What if you die? I said, You’ll still keep going. Solomon said, “What about if you’re a kid? Do kids take more time to get up there? Because adults have to put a ladder on top of their heads?” At that point we had gone beyond my level of expertise.

Posted in Anecdote.


More brains

Then we were talking about brains and the stuffed-animal brain cell Josh and Dave gave Solomon, and Solomon wanted to know if a brain cell has a brain and he thought it was pretty funny that brain cells don’t HAVE brains, they ARE brains.  Then we got on to what the brain is connected to — it’s connected to your eyes so you can see and to your nose so you can smell and to your tongue so you can taste.  He asked, is your brain connected to your hair?  We said no.  He said, “Then how does your hair stay on?!”  And he thought it was pretty hilarious when I said, “Your brain isn’t for holding stuff on.”

Posted in Anecdote.


Brain Size

After we read some Winnie-the-Poo today, Solomon said at dinner: Poo’s brain is this big! [thumb and finger indicating the size of a raisin]  And, and, and Piglet’s brain is this big! [about one micron]  My brain is bigger!  Is my brain this big? [hands on either side of his head, about the size of a big watermelon]

Posted in Anecdote.