Just dozed off the other evening during a primary election victory speech. I'd been wrapped up in an afghan on the sofa wondering how Hillary could wear those pointy-heeled shoes on the campaign trail, how Dubya could keep his head so buried in the sand, and why birds' knees bend backwards.
And so, a week after making tiny hummingbird art, we switch to large flightless art. Ostriches have long legs and long eyelashes. I asked the preschoolers to touch their knees, and then to bat their eyelashes. Several of the kids tried to wiggle their eyebrows instead. Can you say "mah-mah-mah-Maybelline?"
Ostrich feet look like ugly, uncomfortable taupe high heels. Worse, ostriches run across the desert in those shoes! Haven't they heard of Nikes?
When I was really little, my dad was so skinny he could hide behind a telephone pole. When he would do his knee-swapping version of the Charleston, I really believed he was moving his knees from one leg to the other.
© 2008 Nancy L. Ruder
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