She was not interested in the t-shirt when we gave it to Dad
a year ago. Oh well, it was a junk
t-shirt and a star trek’s worth of doodling with fabric markers. Poor Dad- all excited about the idea of
entertaining his daughter while receiving a massage. Aurora would have none of it.
Until this week!
Dad was wearing his shirt around the house (read: laundry was so far behind that even the
silly play shirt managed to surface in the dresser.) I did not realize Aurora remembered the shirt, but upon seeing
it she instantly requested for her cars and asked for Dad to lie down so she
could play. Happy Dad. Happy daughter.
But even better was the next day (and the next) when Aurora
noticed that Dad was no longer wearing the shirt and insisted that he put it on
immediately. Dad did not need much
convincing. Adeline too joined in
the play by grabbing at the drawing and gently smashing cars on Dad’s back. Happy times were had by all.
Now the t-shirt too has been eaten by the laundry pile. I should probably get on that. Before it develops consciousness and
begins consuming all humankind.
