Monday, September 24, 2007
a tina, by any other name...
Noni just walked into the kitchen with an earth worm clinging to a stick.
Note forced panic in her little girl voice.
"Mom. Can I have a jar. I need a home for my new best-worm-friend. Her name is Tina."
"Take. That. Worm. Outside. Now."
"But mom. I cant' just take her outside. She is my friend. And she has a name. You said that bugs without names live outside. My worm has a name. She is Tina."
"Ah. I see. This is different. Honey, Tina works in the garden and lives with the gnome... who will miss her very much if she doesn't come home for dinner?"
Noni reluctantly takes Tina outside.
"OK, but I'm not leaving her outside. She will miss me too much. We're just going out to play in the yard."
As I am writing this, Noni has reappeared in the kitchen with a now seriously drooping worm.
Note real panic in her little girl voice.
"Oh, mom. *sob* I think Tina's really sick."
"What is that poking out of the side of Tina?"
"Her skin. I think."
"Via ran over my new best worm friend with her roller-skates. She is a worm-hater."
"I See. Take Tina outside. Now."
"I'm gonna have to bury her and dig a wormy grave. C'mon Tina. It's time to go back into the dirt. Can I have a plastic cup to bury her in? That way she won't get dirty now that she's dead."
"Can I use a big spoon to dig with?"
"Will you come outside with me and sing a hymn? She needs a service, you know. She's very special to me, you know."
"I'll be out in a minute."
"OK, maybe you could dress up. Wear something black, OK? It's very sad. I might cry. Bring a Kleenex. And some flowers. Could we go to the grocery story and buy some real flowers? I don't want plain, old garden flowers."
"Go out side with Tina. She's leaking on the floor."
"I'm sad, mom."
"I know, honey."
"I'm hungry. Can I have an Oreo?"
That's what's happening here. How's things where you are?