Sunday, November 20, 2005
My World Travelers
Max loves maps. Like a true-blue Texan, he has been able to recognize his home state for longer than I can rememeber. But I'm surprised by some of the other places he now identifies on a globe, such as Africa, South America, Australia, India and Madagascar. (Were you to inquire about that last one, he might shrug his shoulders and say with nonchalance, "You know, because it's where lemurs come from.")
On Friday, Don and Shelly came over for dinner and what Shelly and I sometimes refer to as "kid therapy." Think "fur therapy" without pet dander and "retail therapy" without a credit card bill. On a bad day, Max's giggles and Boo's kisses rank high on our list of mood-elevating substances.
After dinner, Max, who was feeling adventuresome, announced, "I'm going to India." He headed for the kitchen to pack, then returned to display his preparations. First, he showed us a large ziplock bag filled with ice, because, as he explained, "It's hot in India." He also packed several days worth of goldfish in a crush-proof container. "Good idea on an international flight," I thought to myself. Then Max put on his Indian headdress--the one with feathers and corn kernels and beads that he'd made at school while learning about pilgrims and other early Americans--because, after all, he was going to India. Wrestling his backback across his shoulders, he began tromping down the hall.
His younger brother ran after him anxiously. "Wait for me, Max!"
"Boo, where are you going?," I called after him.
Confidently, Boo replied, "Africa!"
Naturally, the destination of choice for any two year old.
On Friday, Don and Shelly came over for dinner and what Shelly and I sometimes refer to as "kid therapy." Think "fur therapy" without pet dander and "retail therapy" without a credit card bill. On a bad day, Max's giggles and Boo's kisses rank high on our list of mood-elevating substances.
After dinner, Max, who was feeling adventuresome, announced, "I'm going to India." He headed for the kitchen to pack, then returned to display his preparations. First, he showed us a large ziplock bag filled with ice, because, as he explained, "It's hot in India." He also packed several days worth of goldfish in a crush-proof container. "Good idea on an international flight," I thought to myself. Then Max put on his Indian headdress--the one with feathers and corn kernels and beads that he'd made at school while learning about pilgrims and other early Americans--because, after all, he was going to India. Wrestling his backback across his shoulders, he began tromping down the hall.
His younger brother ran after him anxiously. "Wait for me, Max!"
"Boo, where are you going?," I called after him.
Confidently, Boo replied, "Africa!"
Naturally, the destination of choice for any two year old.
1 Comments:
How funny!
I wonder what the folks in India would make of a small white boy in a feathered headdress carrying a baggy full of what once was ice, and a few leftover goldfish. I imagine he'd charm them, too.
Let's see... down the hall is east, so I guess Africa would be a stop on the way to India. Maybe they could swing by Madagascar...
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