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May 30, 2003

Foxy Daddy

This morning the first words out of Ngnat's mouth, after the obligatory crying and screams of "Nana!" that she greets the sudden shock of unwelcome wakefulness with each and every day, were "Where's that sneaky fox?"

We've been infected by Dora The Explorer. We have Dora pajamas, Dora shirts, Dora drinking cups, plates and cutlery, and a little Boots the monkey doll that craps in its hand and flings feces at the walls when you squeeze his tummy.

Well, not really, but a man can dream, can't he? Has to dream really. Gotta have something to balance out the song his daughter makes him sing to the cereal bowl every morning.

Hey, that's a Dora bowl!
It's just adorable!
It is your Dora bowl
'Cause you're adorable!

To the tune of the chorus Ta ra ra boom de ay if you're dying to know.

Last night, after another Dora full day, Ngnat announced that she was Dora "I Dora!", that Nana was Boots "Nana, you Boots!" and that they were going to cut pictures out of the 25 cent back issue comics on the coffee table and glue them to poster board. "We're gonna blue!"

No, that's not a typo. Ngnat can pronounce "Guh" perfectly well, but at some point she decided the sticky white stuff in the plastic squeeze bottle was "Elmer's Blue", and there's no point in changing now. It's cute the first couple of times, then becomes blackboard scratching annoying. Man was not meant to say "I want to blue."

"I blue now, Daddy?"

"Glue, honey, glue. Guh. Guh!"


"That's right, glue."

"OK! You blue with me, Daddy?"

"Yes, yes I am blue with you."

"Ok, come on!"

And so we blued. Ngnat was Dora, Nana was Boots, and Daddy was......

"Swiper," I told her. "And I'm going to swipe your scissors!"

Shrieks of delight and pretend fear. For those you you who are happily unfamiliar with Dora, Swiper is a fox who steals things and then ineptly hides them in various places, where they are inevitably recovered by Dora and her monkey. He's prevented from this if Dora incants "Swiper no swiping!" three times before he lays hands on the object of his desire, which Ngnat attempted to do. I allowed myself be turned away by one repetition, as excitement had rendered Ngnat incapable of repeating more than once. Indeed, sheer delight threatened her ability to stand upright.

So for the rest of the evening I played the part of Swiper, with Ngnat occasionally coming over to the dark side and announcing that she too was Swiper. Other times she was content to just shriek at the sight of me. I was Swiper while we blued, and she shrieked, while she took her bath, and she shrieked, while we brushed her hair, and she shrieked and while we read books at bedtime. Since it was bedtime, she shrieked quietly to herself.

After she determined the location of the sneaky fox this morning, she ran into the bedroom and yelled "Wake up, Swiper!", shrieked yet again, and ran downstairs. It appears that was my final curtain call, however. As we walked down the driveway to pick up the newspaper prior to the morning trip trip to daycare she looked up and asked, "Are you Daddy?". Perhaps she was concerned for the safety of the News and Observer.

I assured her that yes, I was Daddy, at present.

"I like hot," she said, stepping into a sunlit area of the cement. "You like cool, Daddy."

I wonder what she would have told Swiper.

Posted by Bigwig at May 30, 2003 11:36 AM | TrackBack
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