|Theresa Oldham: "It is time to go home now?"|
|Theresa: Why are those kids fighting?|
And will I get to do that when I grow up?
I went to pick up my play date (Michael) at Miranda’s and he was just finishing off a morning event with Theresa and Kalina.
Lurene was getting ready to go home.
I arrived at the exact moment when toys were being put away and coats and hats were going on the children.
Michael and Theresa were having a dispute about his penguin pair – a mother and a baby, which have never been played with.
But mimetic desire had overcome both of them.
They were vying for possession, each wanting both of the penguins.
|Kalina doing a dead weight flop in her mother's arms|
to protect her penquin rights.
Now that is a good tree – tinsel garlands, beads, hanging ornaments, all child proof.
But the tree wasn’t interesting either of them. Just those penguins, delicious because the other wanted them.
|Alice: My biggest problem is sitting upright on the couch.|
I walked to the car with Lurene and she tried to trade off a book for the penguin so that it could go back in my pocket and into the house.
And that is how I took Michael and a penguin for a walk later. The penguin just happened to be in my pocket.
In the back of my mind was a paragraph I read last night in the book Aging Well.
The author tried to say that old people can find as much happiness in hours spent with a grandchild, as they could formerly find doing hostile take-overs.
The author must have had his tongue in cheek.
|Michael: "a pause for a picture |
and then I am off to get both of those penguins"