1 Jan

While at my parents’ for Christmas, Isobel was allowed to type on her Papa’s computer. This is a Very Big Deal because at our house she’s not allowed to touch the keyboard.

(Before you think we’re horrible Nazi parents, the reasons are twofold: 1. for each post I write or photo I edit, Isobel is on my lap amusing herself 90% of the time. She’s on my lap right now, in fact. I would not have a blog, nor an Etsy shop, nor a photography business if we let her pound on the keyboard while I was trying to type, which brings us to 2. she has a nasty habit of trying to climb on the desk chair in order to bang on the mouse or throw the keyboard around. This is dangerous, both for her health and for our equipment. Although she used to bang on the keyboard as a little baby, we’ve made the keyboard and the green chair off limits. Not to be outdone by her mean parents, what she likes to do is go in the library, say, “Bye bye!” and shut the doors before attempting to climb on the green chair and access the keyboard while we are out of sight.)

After a few minutes of typing, this is what we found she had written:

These are happy tears, people.

10 Responses to “Typist”

  1. J-Man January 1, 2011 at 11:43 pm #

    Her well thought out essay on the general direction of human governments is more well written than most bloggers on the net.

    • J-Man January 1, 2011 at 11:52 pm #


      It’s also more well written than my comment.

      • LittleBig January 2, 2011 at 12:03 am #

        I wish it were possible to favorite comments.

  2. nadja January 2, 2011 at 6:25 am #

    Oh my. A child after my own heart.

  3. purplequark January 2, 2011 at 9:18 am #

    From Poo to Poop: A Short Memoir

    By Isobel Castillo

  4. ohnoAMY January 2, 2011 at 4:31 pm #

    Just this weekend, JB let Esme type on his computer, apparently it was a story about “MomMom.” I am pretty sure our kids are soulmates. I’m just sayin’.

    • LittleBig January 3, 2011 at 1:18 pm #

      They would totally love each other.

  5. dingey January 2, 2011 at 5:54 pm #

    You must be so proud. I have vague memories of visiting my mom at work as a preschooler (because the babysitter fell through, perhaps?) and being allowed to amuse myself with a typewriter. In my mind I was writing an entire story, and I’d tear the paper out and hand it to my mom and demand that she read it. “Wow! This is amazing! You must know Chinese, because I can’t even read this! You’d better read it to ME instead….” What a patient woman.

    • LittleBig January 3, 2011 at 1:18 pm #

      You were probably so dang cute it was easy.


  1. HELP I AM TRAPPED IN MY SKI JACKET « Little Big - January 3, 2011

    […] The other two things that have kept me smiling today include an email from my bestie where she claimed that Microsoft Office clearly has no friends, and the comments from flickr relating to this post about Isobel typing the word, “poop.” […]

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