Friday, August 4, 2006
What color bunny?
"A purple bunny." (Of course. So silly of me to ask.)
So, Lilah loved her recent vacation too, from swimming to boating to swimming some more to waking up in the morning to force her poor Pappy to read her a book without his glasses on. But what she really loved was having more customers for her restaurant.
Let me explain.
I recently taught the children (by modelling) the imaginative play game of "restaurant," where one person pretends to wait on the other person or people and bring them either plastic food on paper plates or even just imaginary food on imaginary plates. Lilah took to this game like a tyrant to a new and stricter regime, and in Canada, she had even more victims. Here is how the game proceeds:
"Hey!" Lilah declares at 8:00 a.m. as the rest of the cabin slumps blearily at the dining room table, "You want to play Restaurant-Restaurant?"
No answer needed. The game is on.
"Welcome to P-O-N-G-O Restaurant! What you going to eat?"
Suffice to say that her service-person demeanor lacks a bit of the humility and warmth that usually ensures a good tip, and also, yes, she did come up with the name of the restaurant herself.
Next comes the actual ordering and delivery of the food, during which she demonstrates her potential for world dominance once again, namely by occasionally telling people that the food they have ordered was unavailable EVEN THOUGH IT IS ALL IMAGINARY FOOD. She then sometimes simply throws the invisible food that she thinks the person ought to be eating ("You have peas!") in their general direction, and moves on to the next customer.
So, if you are not hungry, not in need of coddling or consideration from your waiter, and feel like sitting on the floor with a paper plate in your hand pretending to eat chocolate ice cream and lima beans for breakfast, make sure you try out P-O-N-G-O restaurant soon.
Posted by claycomb at August 4, 2006 11:18 AM
I love reading this blog when the jungle gets boring and the internet cafe has for some reason uninstalled its air conditioning.
Lilah's goals of becoming a purple bunny have reminded me of something. We have this home video from when we lived in northern California where mom asks me "What do you want to be when you grow up?" To which I answered, "a football player...AND the tooth fairy." What can I say? I was ambitious...
Posted by: Morgan at August 7, 2006 12:56 PM
There is obviously a lot to tell those interested (i.e. those of you who read this blog either unprompted or when I send out reminders that you ought to read it) about our week in Canada with Ryan's parents and our good friend Erin. But since it's been a little while since I added a post, and since vacation stories are often so predictable (we swam, we ate, we applied bug spray, we swam some more), I'd like to do something different.
When Ryan first started this blog, he devoted a post to each child. Here's one to Collin . . .
"Mommy, hey--hey, Mommy, do you know what? When I was a little kid--(dramatic pause for effect)--I growed up to be a big kid!"
This he announces every day. He loves basketball, basketball shirts, basketball hoops, and basketball players (not that he knows any, but a random issue of Sports Illustrated in a doctor's office proved this). He also claims to love to swim, although he doesn't actually like to get his face wet or have his feet leave the ground. He would actually much rather stand ankle-deep in water (as he is in this picture) and throw rocks in the water ("I make BIG splashes!")
Highlights of Collin's Canadian vacation included the frequent consumption of chocolate ice cream, cart rides in Mom-Mom's golf cart, boat rides on Pappy's boat (including touching an actual, real-live fish), throwing rocks in the water, and, on one memorable night, refusing to go to bed and instead becoming the designated Yatzee dice roller in the game that Erin, Ryan, and I were playing. He was sitting in my lap while doing this so I didn't get the complete sense of how much he enjoyed rolling the dice, but Erin said the look on his face was close to maniacal. Look out, Vegas.
The final highlight of the trip was Collin's discovery, since we were mid-potty training when we left for Canada, that little boys can pee on the grass. And on trees. And in the lake. And on rocks. And on unsuspecting bugs . . . ah, nature.
Posted by claycomb at August 4, 2006 11:06 AM
Yes....this is what little boys do....
Ah....youth...what did they say about it...and the young...:-)
Posted by: Andy B at August 4, 2006 2:32 PM