We took Pearl to a different local mall to play today. This mall has a gigundous habitrail-like play area, which you have to pay to use, and into which a parent must accompany her child who is under four years old. At first, I thought this was a Bad Thing, but wow, did I learn a lot from it....
"Futile": A two-year-old trying to pick up every ball in the ball pit.
"Disappointment": The face of that same two-year-old when a mall employee informs her she has to be four years old to drive one of the ten or so Power Wheels in the structure.
"Embarassment": What I felt when another mother slipped between two foam pillars, a split second after I said the space was too small for "us" to fit through. Correction: I am too big to fit through there. Geesh.
I also learned a bit about biology, in that it is physically impossible for children in a ball pit not to throw the balls. And anthropology, noticing the alternate cruelty and kindness of children, as one boy threw balls at Pearl's head for no reason, but another helped my crying daughter across a wiggly rope bridge. In physiology, I noticed that, though my body is not as young as it used to be, my inner child is alive and kicking. This place was just plain cool.
The biggest thing I learned today? My daughter rocks.
--N
LATELY
My New Page - 2006-04-15
Life is a Magic Thing, Woah. - 2005-11-18
No Dooce for You! - 2005-11-09
The Nicest Thing Anyone Has Ever Said To Me - 2005-09-05
Ugh. Grunt. Some Other Stuff. - 2005-09-01
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all words � ME, 2005.