Looking at the world through a 2y10m old's eyes is educational (write that original thought down). I spent a lot of today doing errands with Joe, and I can't say I blame his inability to grasp certain subtleties:
1. The paint store is not a playroom. But it's full of colors, bright, muted, vivid and drab. It has lots of bright light and magazines. How can this be not a playroom?
2. The framing store is not a playroom. And yet, it has a lego table and legos. How is it that it can have a lego table, and legos, and one can play with them, and yet Dad can say -- "Play with the legos," and then, like, two minutes later, come over and say "It's time to go"? What is this concept Dad refers to, of "too little selection," and how does this impact the clear presence of legos and the opportunity to construct a train using same?
3. The video store appears to be like a library. It is thick with media objects, both videos and the coveted "DVDs" that have so recently entered our home and, indeed, our vehicle. And yet Dad declines to agree to select three videos on each visit. Indeed, Dad actively discourages the selection process, and also the process of simply taking videos and placing them in a slot at the front of the store, despite the fact that this is what he himself does upon arrival, every single time.
4. At the music store, who is this strange monkey "Gollum," and why is he at the front of the store to frighten all visitors? Why does Dad discourage the collection of the toys that are clearly available for sale under the counter?
The challenge here is that after a minor thing that I did with a surgeon earlier this week -- just a little thing, no big deal, routine -- I can't lift things with my right arm, at least in theory, until Wednesday. So at this point I expect to look roughly as asymmetric as a fiddler crab by then. I've gotten pretty sharp at left-arming Joe up and out of venues and into the Honda.
