Sunday, February 26, 2006
Phoebe and Chet Baker have invented the ultimate bedtime stalling game. It's called Gremlin's Gold. Every night, just as we're tucking Phoebe in, the Gremlin slinks dangerously into her room, drops to his belly, and laboriously crawls under her bed or dresser. The last thing we see is his froglike hinders, disappearing into darkness. The Games have begun. Once in his lair, the Gremlin glares out at us, waiting for someone to bring him his Gold.
Which is usually a tennis ball or reasonable substitute.
The Gremlin hoards his Gold in the safety of his lair, and only the bravest may dare to take it from him. He has a wild and fearsome aspect, daunting to the boldest knight or princess (but rarely frightening the Queen, who is after all Alpha Female). But enough about me.
Some tremendous tugs-o-war ensue. There is much twisting and grunting, but the Queen bars growling.
Stealing the Gremlin's Gold will anger him, and he will leap prodigiously to recover it.
If the Queen fires steadily and makes many exposures, one is sure to inspire great hilarity on the land.
All this before bedtime.
Posted by Julie Zickefoose at 4:58 AM