Amelia was more or less at peace with things this evening, which means she was pulling this and that out of the toy chest, looking for something she could not describe. "It's not a toy-it's a box." she said firmly. My wife, who spends more time with Amelia, would probably have known what she was talking about, but I was all she had in the of adult supervision, and she had to make do.
She pulled all the fuzzy and flashy things out and got to what she sought at last. Something made by playskool called a Clipo Vehicle Mini Bucket. You can see why she had trouble describing it. Her three year old intellect had no tools for describing these interlocking, waffle-like gizmos, that came in square, triangular, elongated, seemingly random, and a set of wheels. There was also, a sort of Fisher-Price sort of snap-in head, which you could snap in pretty much any place you wanted.
Her 'airplane' was a bit unorthodox in design, with one wing twice as long as the other, because she had overlapped them, like shingles. She was not pleased with the result, however, so I, being an adult, and consigned to permanent inside the box thinking, suggested that she hook them end to end, which gave it a more airplane like appearance, but wasn't very strong. She reinforced the weak spot with the snap-in head, but we had to settle for a tail that looked more like a square rigged sail, because , along with any instructions and/or suggestions, there appeared to be some key pieces missing and improvisation was called for.
It worked out ok because she had a clear idea of what the craft's mission was to be, which was to be held together gingerly by Papi and make a few gentle landings, accompanied by airplane sounds. She even tried it herself a few times. I think she went right to the heart of what the minimum requirement for any aircraft should be-nothing should fall off until AFTER the aircraft has stopped moving.
The dogs began a barking frenzy, set off by a sound or smell undetectable to bipeds, and she wanted to know why the dogs were barking. I told her I thought Dogs had better smellers and hearers than us, so they let us know when something or someone they didn't recognize was drawing near, and it was our job, with our superior thinkers, to figure out whether it was a problem or not. She said that Mom and Dad's dog, Maggie, barked at the mailman, and appeared not only satisfied, but a little bored, with the explanation I had given her.
She spotted the crayons, which had been placed on top of the entertainment center, almost invisible from her three foot tall perspective, and had a new coloring book, so we got busy with that. When the crayons come out, sixty-four colors are not hardly enough. She had a very thick coloring book, but only wanted to color the girls, each a different color. She is a believer in monochromatic art, and so needed a good many pages. It was a book with a biblical theme, and my job was to color the boys and answer random questions.
We took a bit of a break when she invented crayon hockey. We each had a crayon, and left one on the table, to be batted back and forth, with the object of knocking the 'puck' into the defenders lap. We went back to coloring with the score tied one to one, and she was curious why the Pharaoh was so angry with Moses.
I told her the Pharaoh was angry at Moses because Moses was leaving with his people, and that puzzled her a bit until I told her that meant he didn't get to boss them around any more. She had gotten used to directing activities with her little sister Maureen, and would be a bit miffed if she couldn't do that any more. I thought I was feeding her information about as fast as she could absorb it, when I suddenly found myself completely outclassed in powers of observation. She thought it was silly to have a white crayon in the box.
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