Turner colloquial.

Turner is cutting out shapes at the kitchen table while I make corn bread and black beans. I couldn't find paper, so he's refashioning the pages of Martha Stewart's Living. He tells me a long tale about how to fold paper and make multiple shapes at once. It is the Mary method (Turner's teacher). He brings his shape over to me at the stove. It looks like a pteradactyl, which is my incorrect guess. It is a spaceship. He unfolds it, hands it to me, and then gets a mischievous grin on his face, "See, there are two." He pulls another spaceship from behind the other like magic. I express amazement, and then struggle as I place the nearly too-full skillet of cornbread into the oven. Shew. Done. I turn from the oven just as he smiles and says, "Pull my whiskers and poke my head, there are three of them." Who knows where he gets these things, but I'm glad he has such a flair about delivering them and such personality in thinking them up.