Friday, August 22, 2003



You have to hand it to Anna, when she gets an idea in that little head of hers it tends to stick there. Some times this is natural, like when she learns that the ice cream man always shows up around the time Daddy comes home. Some times it is just an act of will. A couple of years ago, when she was late in her twos, she started to telll us about this woman named "Grandma Noo-no" who lived in an old house we drove by every day. Grandma Noo-No was her thrid grandma. This went on for a while. Then, one day, she announced that Grandma Noo-no had moved to Florida, but her husband stayed up her in Leesburg. She'd pretend to talk to her on the phone, send her letters. It was a whole big thing. And it went on forever. Eventually she moved back to the same old house. There she remains, and Anna still talks about her sometimes.

Its like that with Jelly. In nursery school, some of the children are allergic to peanuts. This is a fairly common allergy, and its pretty serious because if you aren't allergic to peanut butter the stuff is sort of like manna when you are three years old. You never get sick of the stuff and your parents always have some around. So you end up eating it alot. But if you are allergic, peanuts can be life threatening. The net of all this is that if there is a child with an allergy to peanuts everyone in classs knows it. Sometimes peanuts are outlawed in class to prevent any danger to the allergic children.

I guess Anna had been in a class with one such kid, and was maybe a little jealous of all the attention he was getting with her allergy. One day Anna announced to me that she couldn't eat Jelly because she was allergic to it. I tried to explain that jelly was made from fruit, and she eats fruit by the bowl-ful every day, but no luck. She'll eat her peanut butter sandwich, but no jelly thank you. And I wonder how long this will last. Maybe I should ask Grandma Noo-No.

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