My son has a little, plush “Horton the Elephant” from the book (and now movie), Horton Hears a Who.
You know the story: Horton finds a whole town living on a speck of dust, places the speck on a pink clover, carries it around, and then saves the tiny town from being thrown into a boiling pot of Beezlenut Stew. Right.
So my son is very protective of his little Horton and his little pink clover and the (invisible) speck of dust.
And I just don’t have the heart to tell him that every time I see that little stuffed animal, I think that Horton is eating a strawberry ice cream cone.
My sister lives out of state, so my parents got her, me, and themselves, a nifty little webcam. That way, we can all talk to each other and the cousins (my sister’s kids and my kids) can see each other “face to face.”
And as a side note, may you all be blessed with parents (who have 6 grandchildren, mind you) that will come to you one day, give you a QuickCam and software, and then say the words:
“You need to set yourself up with a Skype account.”
Anyway. The camera works great.
The only thing I don’t like is that it is stationed next to my monitor and every once in a while, even when I’m not logged into Skype, I’ll be sitting there working and the thing will just randomly start moving around.
Its little camera eye slides up and down, turns left and right, and makes lots of whirring noises.
It’s looking for me, I guess.
Which is kind of unnerving. Like I’m being watched.
Like a tiny little “Hal” from 2001: A Space Odyssey.
After our daughter was born, for whatever reason, we sort of “hid” a lot of the new Girl Toys that started appearing around the house. Dolls and purses and pink frilly things.
I guess we just wanted to give her a chance to play with Hot Wheels and dump trucks and basketballs. I don’t know.
Honestly, I can’t really explain our reasoning to you. There wasn’t much logic to it. Looking back on it, it seems pretty silly.
And one day, when our daughter was about 1 1/2, she found The Bin With The Girl Toys and was immediately hooked on all of it: the “babies,” the bottles, the fake blush, and the purses. It became clear that we had simply been prolonging the inevitable and there had been no point in hiding the Girl Toys.
And since then, we don’t really resist. She has dress-up shoes and tutus and while she plays with a lot of her brother’s toys, her mainstays still seem to be the things that are Plastic and Pink.
But yesterday, I pulled out our son’s old GeoTrax remote-controlled train. And she was totally into it! She helped me set up the tracks, she was making the train start and stop, and loading up the tiny cargo boxes into the railcars.
And I have to say, I was feeling pretty proud of myself. Sneaking in a non-pink toy and getting her totally interested in it.
But then, she ran off into the bedroom and re-emerged with her own addition to our newly-set-up train town:
She set Ariel the Mermaid right in the middle.
Because that makes total sense.
Oh, I know, Ariel. You expected more out of life. But really, it’s either this or Disney on Ice.