Thursday, September 20, 2007
The Girl, her big pink teddy bear, and I are sitting on the couch in the family room.
TG: Let's play hide and seek!
TG: I know a good hiding place!
DD: Okay. I'll count! (I hide my eyes)
DD: nine..ten! (Eyes open) Ready or not, here I come!
Next to me, I spy a recumbent girl with a big pink teddy bear covering her face. Her legs are crossed and knees up, so one foot is almost in my face.
DD: (laugh out loud)
DD: I WONDER WHERE TG COULD BE?
DD: Bear, do you know where TG is?
TG (voicing the bear): No.
DD: Hmm...Is she on the chair? Noooo....
TG: (giggles harder)
DD: I wonder whose feet these are? (Start tickling her foot.) They seem to move a lot when I tickle them...
DD: Bear, do you know whose feet these are?
TG (triumphantly): Here I am!
DD: There you are!
TG: You silly! I was right here!
In a few years, I won't know anything, and she'll greet me with a roll of the eyes and a contemptuous “Da-a-ad.” But for now, I'm a silly Daddy who can't see a little girl behind a big pink teddy bear.
Best after-work decompression ever.
I love hide and seek with Simon, because he simply can't contain himself while hiding and has to thrust himself gleefully into the open mere seconds after I start looking for him. It's a fun age!
This was the one who played cars and trucks and plastic what-sits at my feet each night as I rinsed and dried the dishes. This is the one who spun like a top as often as he could at three when he discovered the vestibular delights of dizziness.
Pink teddy bears. Hide and seek. The DMV and the souls of all those students..... whose histories we forget to imagine. What work! What strange lands are these we till, we water, and we watch in.