Catching Up: What I Made in November
Growing up in the 70s, Free to Be You and Me had a permanent position in the five-disc record changer. I wanted to run like Atalanta and know why Ladies First is not always such a grand idea. I never knew Rosey Grier as a football player; I knew him as the deeply-voiced man who sang that it’s all right to cry.
I can’t see a little boy carrying a doll without singing in my head, “When my friend William was five years old…”
My own son, who is nearly four, is currently into all things on wheels, with a particular love for the movie Cars. But he’s open to new ideas, and so when a group of friends suggested a craft-along in which we each make some sort of doll or softie, I joined in with some reserve. I’d exercise my crafty skills, and hopefully Apparently Jr would discover my latest project with great enthusiasm.
I was wrong. The eventual conversation went like this:
Apparently Jr: What are you making?
me: It’s a doll. I’m not sure yet if it will be a boy or a girl.(pause)
Apparently Jr: I don’t want it.
And that was that. No amount of gentle suggestion or funky attire has changed his mind, and so the doll remains mine until such time as I give it away or put it up for sale in my Etsy shop. I’ve come to think of him as Seymour, but he clearly needs a hipper moniker.
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