angel stuff
February 28, 2009
catesbool
she sits comfortably in her chair, her eyes rapt. i sit quietly in a corner, my hands making sweet melodies on my laptop.
“mommy, i know how to play the game now. i used the help tool.”
i smile at her. “well, that’s why it’s there. you see now what a little patience can do?”
i begin to sing an old song to her in the tune of mary had a little lamb. “patience means you have to wait, have to wait. patience means you have to wait..”
she smiles sheepishly but cuts me off. “eeeiiii, mommy, please stop singing it to me.”
i smile indulgently at her, knowing i have already made my point.
she goes back at her game and i go back to mine.
after a very long pause, she blurts out, “mommy, my dinosaur knows how to use the loo.”
i smiled again in amusement. how many nine-year old kids who are not britons do you know who uses the word “loo”?
“eeeeoooowww!” i responded to her. “is your dinosaur trying to turn the whole dino park into one big loo?”
“of course not, silly mommy. it has its own loo.”
then she goes back to playing. and i go back to playing too.
“mommy, what do you think i should get for my dinosaur? a hat, a shirt or a bag?”
i think it over. “maybe a shirt to keep it warm?”
“yes, i think so too, mommy.”
long pause again.
“i think it’s way past your bedtime. please shutdown, baby. we still have to go to the family lunch tomorrow.” i called out to her.
she closes her own laptop. then she lies down beside me.
“mommy, do you know what my dinosaur’s name is?”
“tell me, please.”
“angel.”
i laugh. and she laughs too…
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