Last night we took Iris to our favorite restaurant, [Dinette](http://www.dinetteseattle.com/). She was not very impressed. She liked the gnocchi with short rib sauce and the lemon tart. Laurie and I had a wonderful pasta, trofie with braised octopus, escarole, radicchio, and toasted breadcrumbs. I intend to make a home version minus the octopus.
Today I had this conversation with Iris.
> **Iris:** I didn’t like the octopus.
> **Me:** Why not?
> **Iris:** It was too sucky.
Well that about sums it up, doesn’t it?
Fantastic…Although I love octopus…
i love the dialogues with Iris!
and the sound files too.
i hope that if i ever have children they are verbally precocious, but also mild-mannered and bookish
what is Iris like when she’s not saying adorable things about food?
i’d love to read a self-described bio!
(wow i hope this doesn’t sound weirdly enthusiastic – i recently became an aunt so i’ve got little ones on the brain…)
I was with Elliott at the aquarium today. When we were looking at an octopus, trying to squish itself through a clear tube, I told him about this conversation with Iris. He nodded, solemnly, clearly agreeing.
His father laughed for a full minute.
Meg, I don’t think Iris is old enough to come up with a bio that would make any sense. She likes to play with dolls (kitties and pirates, especially), perform daredevil acts on the climbing structure at the park, and watch cartoons. She’s your basic three-year-old.
my husband and i watched a nature show about octopuses…there was one that, i swear to god, carried a brown beer bottle around with him everywhere. when he got tired, he would squish inside the bottle and go to sleep.
oceanographers gave him a new, clear, more spacious bottle. he dragged it around for a bit…tried out the inside…and ditched it in favor of his trusty old brown bottle, which he carried off into the sunset.
we do not have kids (so far). so i have stories about octopuses.
I will furnish Iris with a beer bottle for this purpose.