Sometimes I'll look down at my hands and see a toy there, such as the seahorse rattle. I'll be twiddling its rings without realizing it, with no idea of how it got there. Must have picked it up at some point. What a boring toy. Twiddle.
Or the musical animal buttons. Push the cat button once, it meows a horrifying meow. Twice, it says "cat." A third time, "gato." A fourth time, you get a bit of Beethoven's 5th. Beethoven offers the friendly reminder, "You're an adult. You're an adult. Dun dun dun dun..."
But I can't stop. I don't know if it's nervous energy, A.D.D., the need to fidget, or an honest fascination with these toys. Lyla will be in bed and I'll push the toy box away from me so I can't reach it. Still, moments later I'll realize that I'm playing with something, and it'll be the bead rattle with the attached stuffed sun. The sun has this bucket-eating grin on his face as if daring me to shake it and be easily entertained once again.
3 comments:
I applaud your dedication to using "bucket" - even when Lyla won't read/hear it. Well done.
I also know where to look when one of Anja's toys goes missing. I've now put you on speed dial.
Awesome pic, by the way.
Am I the only one missing the line that says, "By the way, my amazing sister Lori took this amazing picture"?
Thank you, maestro.
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