Dad told me something the other day. He is so good at telling me things out of the blue. So his talent. As if these things just down out of nowhere into his head...he he. I just hope it wasn’t bird droppings though.
He told me how he got me to get rid of my pacifier and pillow when I was four years old. I used to love both of them. They were like my good friends from the day I was born. They were both well used and wore out especially the pillow. It looked more like an old rag filled with some soft lumpy thingy....he he.
Dad said I looked like the baby in Simpsons. Never seen without the pacifier. I called my pacifier, chuop chuop, the sound I made when I sucked on it. He he. Dad took me to a seaside resort for a weekend. Soon after we got there....
Daddi, whear my chuop chuop?
Aiyah! (big dramatic expression) sorli, daddi forgot to bring
But, i wan myz chuop chuop wor....
we go schwim schwim pray pray now, then we buy a new one, ok?
My dad was very good at baby talk when I was young. Sometimes he was more me than me...ha ha..
Then, we went diving into the hotel pool; then, we dug out the beach for sand castling; then, we cleaned up the buffet table in the restaurant for lunch; then, we teamed up for Daytona Race at the video arcade; then, we hopped onto the tiny bouncing castle; then, we drove back into the pool; then, we dug into green tea ice cream at the poolside bar; then, we sat down for the children magic show; then, I cried because the clown was more scary than funny; then, it was free balloons time from the clown; then, I cried again because the clown looked even scarier than before..............and just before bed time.....
Daddi, whear my pilyow?
OH! (more dramatic expression) sorli, pilyow at home
But, i wan myz pilyow wor...
Ok, we go get your pilyow now
But, we go home, tomolo how to schwim schwim on the beach?
Daddi, I no need pilyow oleidi.........
Ok, I read story book to you so you can scheep scheep ok?
Z z z z z z z z z z z z z z z z......
Dad said, after that weekend at the resort, I never asked for my pacifier and pillow.
He said that; Habits are formed by routine. Break the routine, you break the habits. Wow, cool, it sounds like a secret spy code. The type you have to say to identify your secret partner. Did I tell you I wanted to be a spy when I grow up? Dad said that I am smart enough to be one. But, he said he can read me like a book. So not a good point for a spy. I think I will just become a teacher.
by small bright head