Toy room fun
We have a toy room in our building complex, there are obviously lots of toys for babies to preschoolers, and at almost any time one can find there kids with parents or nannies. We go there for socializing for D, quiet reading time for me and because it is impossible to get to the swimming pool without passing it and staying there for some time. Shiny toys! Funny babies! Kids to play with!
There are two memorable moments:
1) The Christmas story we came there soon after Christmas. In the toy room there were two sisters a bit older that D - 4 and 6 I think. There were some other kids too, but the sisters took D into their play. They played pretend Christmas. “I'll be Mary, and this will be baby Jesus,” said the Oldest Sister brandishing the corn popper. “And you,” she pointed to Danny, “Will be his daddy!”
“Eh?” I thought, knowing this story well enough to wonder.
“I know!” said D, who didn't understand anything but happy to play with big girls.
“I want to be baby Jesus!” the Youngest complained.
“No.” the Oldest was firm. “This is Baby Jesus, (corn popper in a fire truck), you will be the wise man, and he will be Joseph!”
“Eh!” I thought with relief.
“I know!” said D and continued with the monologue about triangles from “Dora the Explorer”
And they proceeded to play.
The sisters' parents didn't hear all this fun, they were playing with their presents at the sofa nearby.
2) The turtle story a couple of days ago. When we came there was no one in the toy room, and I took out a book, while D picked up a small plastic turtle and showed it to me. We both agreed that it was a very cute turtle; then D moved to something else.
Then adorable twin girls came by, about two and a half years old, with their mother. One of them picked up the turtle and showed it to the mother. Mother jumped and screamed “yucky, yucky, yucky!” and made the girl to throw a turtle away. I was slightly surprised - it was a small turtle, made of regular plastic, very not disgusting to touch and look at. But you know, people have very different reactions to different animals, so whatever.
Another girl with her mother came in, about the same age as the twins. She in time found the plastic turtle and showed it to her mom, and her mom jumped and screamed “yucky, yucky, yucky!” and took the turtle as if it was a poisonous frog and hid in the corner of the room. Then, I felt weird. Was something wrong with me? Was I insensitive? I also will scream and jump if someone gives me a dead rat. Were they both afraid of plastic turtles? Or just trying to teach their daughters that turtles are yucky? Why turtles are yucky?
There are two memorable moments:
1) The Christmas story we came there soon after Christmas. In the toy room there were two sisters a bit older that D - 4 and 6 I think. There were some other kids too, but the sisters took D into their play. They played pretend Christmas. “I'll be Mary, and this will be baby Jesus,” said the Oldest Sister brandishing the corn popper. “And you,” she pointed to Danny, “Will be his daddy!”
“Eh?” I thought, knowing this story well enough to wonder.
“I know!” said D, who didn't understand anything but happy to play with big girls.
“I want to be baby Jesus!” the Youngest complained.
“No.” the Oldest was firm. “This is Baby Jesus, (corn popper in a fire truck), you will be the wise man, and he will be Joseph!”
“Eh!” I thought with relief.
“I know!” said D and continued with the monologue about triangles from “Dora the Explorer”
And they proceeded to play.
The sisters' parents didn't hear all this fun, they were playing with their presents at the sofa nearby.
2) The turtle story a couple of days ago. When we came there was no one in the toy room, and I took out a book, while D picked up a small plastic turtle and showed it to me. We both agreed that it was a very cute turtle; then D moved to something else.
Then adorable twin girls came by, about two and a half years old, with their mother. One of them picked up the turtle and showed it to the mother. Mother jumped and screamed “yucky, yucky, yucky!” and made the girl to throw a turtle away. I was slightly surprised - it was a small turtle, made of regular plastic, very not disgusting to touch and look at. But you know, people have very different reactions to different animals, so whatever.
Another girl with her mother came in, about the same age as the twins. She in time found the plastic turtle and showed it to her mom, and her mom jumped and screamed “yucky, yucky, yucky!” and took the turtle as if it was a poisonous frog and hid in the corner of the room. Then, I felt weird. Was something wrong with me? Was I insensitive? I also will scream and jump if someone gives me a dead rat. Were they both afraid of plastic turtles? Or just trying to teach their daughters that turtles are yucky? Why turtles are yucky?