Entwined
O: Mama, do I have a cockatoo?
Me: No, sweetie, you don't.
O: Oh.
(pause)
O: Can I have a cockatoo when I grow up? And can we have a hanger outside for him to sit on?
Me: Sure, sweetie, if you want a cockatoo when you grow up, you can have one.
O (this time to M): When we grow up do you want to have a cockatoo?
M: Can I have a whale?
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As amusing as this exchange was, what I find most remarkable is that as she thought about that mysterious time when she would be "grown up" O turned to M to ask if she'd want a cockatoo as well. They've never been apart. They've always slept in the same room, eaten at the same time, played together. In their little three-year-old minds they're going to be together forever, sitting across the table from each other coloring even when they're grown up. Yet, somehow, O recognizes that M is a different person to whom she has to *ask* if M wants a cockatoo, too. It's completely fascinating to watch these little creatures.
The banter continued for a while longer with O talking at length about the mommy cockatoo and baby cockatoo they were going to have someday. Then, suddenly, they started pretending they were penguins.
Me: No, sweetie, you don't.
O: Oh.
(pause)
O: Can I have a cockatoo when I grow up? And can we have a hanger outside for him to sit on?
Me: Sure, sweetie, if you want a cockatoo when you grow up, you can have one.
O (this time to M): When we grow up do you want to have a cockatoo?
M: Can I have a whale?
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As amusing as this exchange was, what I find most remarkable is that as she thought about that mysterious time when she would be "grown up" O turned to M to ask if she'd want a cockatoo as well. They've never been apart. They've always slept in the same room, eaten at the same time, played together. In their little three-year-old minds they're going to be together forever, sitting across the table from each other coloring even when they're grown up. Yet, somehow, O recognizes that M is a different person to whom she has to *ask* if M wants a cockatoo, too. It's completely fascinating to watch these little creatures.
The banter continued for a while longer with O talking at length about the mommy cockatoo and baby cockatoo they were going to have someday. Then, suddenly, they started pretending they were penguins.
Comments
who wouldn't want one of those?