My son’s golf tournament did happen, and her mommy brought Little Flea to me before she went to work at 3:00. The child has some imagination! She is really into a Japanese cartoon called Pokemon. There are over a 100 characters involved and she knows them all, what they do, how they evolve, and all sorts of information that leaves me way behind!
The first period of hockey was just starting when she began telling me which of the Pokemon characters suited each person of the family. Her dad, of course, then her mom, then herself and certain of her friends.
“Which one could I be?” I asked her, my eyes glued to the game.
“Well, what do you like to do? Your most favorite thing.” She answered. I didn’t have to think about it much.
“Sleep!” I told her. “Which one sleeps whenever they want?”
“Hmm.” She pondered for a few minutes, then came up with a name which, for the life of me, I can’t swear on now. In my defense, I was trying to watch the TV at the same time. I do believe the name was Snorlax.
“He loves to sleep!” she declared. She took my face between her 2 hands and turned it away from the television and towards her. Looking into my eyes, she giggled. “He also loves to eat!”
“Okay! I can handle that!” I decide. “I like to eat.”
“But he’s got a big round belly, Mémère! He’s chubby.” She was watching me for a reaction, leaning with her elbows on my knees by now, totally obstructing the TV, of course.
“My belly isn’t that big. Little Flea. Not yet. Maybe I’m Snorlax on a diet?” She was thinking about it, then shook her head no. That wouldn’t work. She didn’t want me to be disappointed in Snorlax, though, and grinned at me as she began to dance around my chair.
“But he dances when he’s awake, Mémère. And…” her eyes sparkling with glee, she added in a lower tone, “he’s psychic!”
Darn – did Gally just score a goal?
“Well then, that’s definitely me, Little Flea! I’d like to be a psychic.” Her increased dancing around and giggling told me I had the right answer. “And with my psychic abilities, I just know that Karen wants to be a Pokemon character too. Maybe you should find out which one she is?”
That’s all it took. Karen, who was sitting at the table, ignoring us and intent on her cellphone, had no choice but to lift her head and engage, and I could finally concentrate on the game, where the first period was just ending.
I do believe that it took all of the 2nd period for them to determine which of the Pokemon personages would suit Karen. I never did find out who it was. By the 3rd period, all this talk about it decided Little Flea to watch the real thing on the IPad, so I was able to watch my HABS terminate the game with a win, by which time mommy was here to have some supper and bring Little Flea home for a very late bedtime.
“Sorry, Mémère,” said Mommy. “I know there was a hockey game tonight. Did you see any of it?”
“Yes, some of it.” I looked at Little Flea and winked. “Anyway, I knew they would win. I’m a Pokemon, so I’m now a psychic.”
Little flea giggled, and we all SMILED.
Sharing it with you, Folks, delivered on the wings of Pokemon!
LUV FROM THE BUSH IN QUEBEC.
Tales from the Bush in Quebec 