The life and times of Oscar Marcos Perez-Cytron. Born Thanksgiving Day 11/22/01.
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Tuesday, May 25, 2004
3:28 AM posted by Oscar
Every once in a while, I get a glimpse of how different Oscar's childhood is from mine. Today we went downtown to have dinner at AV and walk around after the sun went down (it's been really, really hot). We walked over to the tiny park next to the City Museum (I've never been inside... guess it will have to wait until we get back). Oscar was interested in a butterfly, the squirrels, and the cicadas. But he was terrified of the grass. He just doesn't understand grass at all. I tried to explain to him that it's a plant, but it's okay to walk on it. He wasn't having it and ran up and down a wheelchair ramp looking at the animals in the grass and going between me and Christian. It reminded me of how we used to walk Soozie and one of us would stand at the top of the hill, the other at the bottom and we would wear her out by getting her to run back and forth.
Oscar is also developing a waryness about the cicadas. Yesterday when we went to have brunch with Shannon, Patrick, Mary Kate and Shannon's friend, Sean we had to wait outside for a bit. We saw a dead cicada and some cicadas procreating (it takes four hours, they say). I explained all of this to Oscar (as well as I can, that is) and he said "okay." Whenever he says "okay" like this, I know that he's really thinking about the enormity of the topic and feels a little overwhelmed. So now when he sees the cicadas, I think he's overcome with the reality of their short little lives. Where did they come from? How long to they have. Four hours? Where will they go? What do they do underground for all those years? And where will we be in 17 years?
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