Monday, April 27th 2015
In the car after school today, I happened to have some very well received salami and cheese for the kids’ snack; especially the salami, turns out.
“What’s a carnivore again?” my Boy asks, finally satiated.
“A meat-eating creature,” I remind him.
“Oh yeah, yeah. I was getting it mixed up with ‘predator,'” he says, “But I’m pretty much a carnivore.”
I concur, yet point out he’s also a predator. “A predator of SALAMI that is.”
Enjoying the joke, now we are musing about the rare and fabled SALAMI creature… one whose whole body and head and limbs are made of salami… running along with no elbows or knees. Funny imagery. Then, flash! “Someone should make a poodle dog balloon out of salami!” I suggest, inventively. Gavin agrees. “I bet someone already has,” I say. “No way are we the first people ever to think of making a poodle dog balloon out of salami.”
How about let’s check? I don’t usually Google every little thing, but this particular whim has me pull out my phone and say; “OK Google, please show image of a poodle dog balloon made out of salami.”
Immediately we hear, “PICTURES-OF-POODLE-DOG-BALLOON-MADE-OUT-OF-SALAMI, HERE-YOU-GO.” blasted through my bluetooth enabled car speakers in that unmistakable computer lady voice.
Gavin, ClaraJane and I are all cracking up. So delicious. As you navigate these little people around all the time -ages 4 and 6 at the moment- and deal with all their junk and disparate interests and problems, when something cracks ALL OF YOU up together at once… it is cathartic and priceless.
The instant timing of the clear loud factual computer lady voice followed by “HERE YOU GO,” slayed us all. I’m positive this story falls into the “had to be there” category. But my hope with this post -as with most- is that one day down the road my kids will be able to stumble upon it and get transported back to this absurd and wonderful moment in their childhood… or another.
HERE YOU GO.
PS: Not proud of the unadulterated carnivorous tendencies of my children per se, I just happened to have married a chef (um… non-vegetarian). It runs in their blood. I recognize this is not good for the ultimate preservation of the planet. Baby steps. CircusKitchen, Baby.