The Best Presents
We pulled into the driveway, and the kids immediately noticed that their car was parked outside, instead of in the garage. For your Average Joe, this would pass without comment, but our kids are neither average, nor Joes (or Jos for that matter).
Our neighbours (and friends) have been away on R&R travel for the last few weeks. In a clear case of out of sight, out of mind, this has passed without comment by either child. I was a little surprised that Pudding, in particular, never questioned their whereabouts. One of her favourite things is “feeding the bunnies”, which is actually a nefarious scheme by Pudding to explore their home and garden, with the most cursory of visits to the actual rabbits. The lady of the house, Ms. M, very generously accommodates these inspections by Pudding, but we hadn’t seen her since the family returned from their trip.
Cubby: That’s Ms. M’s car, Mummy, she’s back!
Pudding: I want to go see her. Want to go see Ms. M.
Me: Well, we can see her on Friday- she is having a party and we’re invited.
Pudding: She needs a cake, Mummy, Hello Kitty cake.
Cubby: And candles too!
Pudding: She needs a present, Mummy!
Me: It isn’t a birthday party, just a party.
Pudding: She needs a present, Mummy! The best presents of all come from the heart.*
*Yep, this is echolalia- a line from a Little People DVD. Fisher-Price includes one of these with their Little People toys- a horror of claymation and nonsensical storylines masquerading as entertainment, offering a smug moralistic message at the end of every irritating featurette. The kids, of course, adore it.
Not for the first time, I’m amazed at how she makes the most of things. She has this incredibly challenging way of learning language, but she manages to memorize a snippet, filter it, store it, and then reproduce it in an effort to communicate on our terms. Playing it back from the heart.
The best presents of all come from the heart. Damn…we’ve watched so much Little People that my post has turned into an episode, complete with smug moralistic message at the end. Now all I need is to start singing the theme tune in an Aaron Neville voice. Come to think of it, that would make the perfect present for Ms. M at her party…