The life and times of Oscar Marcos Perez-Cytron. Born Thanksgiving Day 11/22/01.
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Wednesday, March 01, 2006
2:18 AM posted by Oscar
 Oscar to Christian, observing a flock of birds migrating:
"Look, at the sky, Papi. It's so beautiful. It's like a, a, a... a giant penis flying in the sky."
He's been complaining and lamenting a lot about school lately. He seems happy when he leaves school, but then when he gets home, he complains a lot about the other kids and says he feels sad, etc. Today I talked to his teacher and she said he has more fun than anyone in class and that he was constantly laughing and playing, etc. On the way home, I asked Oscar whether it was true that he was happy at school and he said "yes." Then I asked him why he always told stories about being sad and focused on the negative and he said: "because that's a lie and lies and sad stories are more interesting." I just don't know what to do with him sometimes.
He's also still obsessed with where meat comes from, hunters, carnivores/herbivores, and the like. He wants to know exactly what process everything he eats experienced/underwent before eating it. He also wants to know if the meat in question came from an animal that ate meat. Before I crack open an egg, he wants to know if there's a dead chick in it! Oh, and with the sad puppy dog eyes: "but why, mama, why do they have to kill the pig and cut off his leg and make ham?" I dread these unanswerable questions.
Did I mention that we have fish? Four guppies, four neons, two little orange fish, and a suckerfish (chupalgas). He named one of the neons "flecha" (arrow), another Christian and I named Jawbox, one of the guppies is named "guapetón/Mr. Fancy Pants", and I like to call the sucker chupacabras. I'll admit, the fish kind of stress me out. First of all they live under water and that's a paradigm that I don't understand. Second, they are always moving. Third, they fight amongst themselves when they think we aren't watching. Fourth, they have a very strange and rigid social stratification amongst themselves that I find troubling.
But Oscar loves them. He comes home and tells them about his day at school. He feeds them. He likes taking care of them.
Lots more going on, but it's late, so I'll keep it short. I posted a few pictures of Oscar's school's Carnaval parade here:
http://cubansandwich.shutterfly.com
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