February 20, 2015
By Ekta R. Garg
Enjoy these Spurts from the last two weeks, readers!
One day as we drove home from school, we heard a commercial on the radio for a local car dealership. The announcer promised a fabulous deal, as always. My younger daughter doubted his sincerity.
“The price of cars isn’t all that great these days,” Six said with all the maturity that someone of her age can muster.
At times like these I’m so glad she sits directly behind me in the car. My sensitive child would probably take offense at how big I smile when she makes comments like this.
“Mamma, how much did we pay for this car?”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” I said.
“I was just asking.”
“I know,” I said in a mild voice. “When it comes to money, you don’t have to worry about how much stuff costs.”
I wonder if I should take her to the dealership next time I want to buy a car. She might be able to talk the guy down.
At some point in the last year or so, Six “opened” her own café. It operates out of the playroom/computer room, which is super convenient because this room is right next to the dining room. Interestingly enough the operating hours of Six’s café usually coincide with evening tea time and when her big sister sits and does homework on the dining room table.
The menu changes frequently, which happened after we got back from Hawaii. A couple of days after we returned Six came into the kitchen and announced that the café had opened again after a short hiatus. The owner, Six said in a serious voice, had gone on vacation to Maui and had just returned. After that she presented me with the newest menu.
Several items were listed, and like a polite café proprietor she left the menu with me and walked away for a few minutes. I read the offerings for that day, which included a “soi late” and a “cappichino.”
I wondered whether I should correct her spelling errors when she came back and asked whether I wanted to order anything.
“We also have things that aren’t on the menu,” Six said.
“Could I have a café au lait?” I asked.
“Uh…,” she said, and a grin crossed her face. “I don’t know what that is.”
“Well, you wrote these other things on here,” I said.
“I don’t know what they are,” she said with a laugh. “I just wrote them there.”
I chuckled with her and then explained what a café au lait is and that the other drinks she’d listed were also coffee-based. It didn’t occur to me then to ask her where she’d heard about a soy latte and a cappuccino, but maybe the next time I visit Six’s Café I will.
On Presidents Day the kids looked forward to lunchtime with glee. I’d promised them the previous day that they could eat a few gummy bears after lunch, and they couldn’t wait. One of the girls got the gummy bears in her Valentine’s bag at school, and they’d talked nonstop about the chewy candy since comparing the spoils from their respective school parties.
Just before lunch I hustled the kids into their shower routines. As I helped them get dressed after they were clean, I asked them what they wanted to eat. We talked about their lunch choices and then, once again, the gummy bears.
“I can’t wait to eat the gummy bears,” Six said just before darting downstairs behind her sister. “I’ll eat their flesh!”
We sat down to lunch together, and talk continued of the destruction of bears by consumption of gummy flesh. Holding up her water glass Six said, “This holds the clear liquid of their blood, and I will eat their flesh and crunch their bones! Muah-ah-ah-aah!”
How did eating gummy bears suddenly turn into something akin to a zombie movie?
Earlier this week we went after school to the orthodontist. Six will get an expander installed in her upper jaw next week, and the process includes three appointments to prepare for the expander. In this first appointment the hygienist took impressions of Six’s teeth and then instructed Six to sit inside of an apparatus for a panoramic x-ray.
The x-ray contraption looked really interesting. It reminded me a little bit of a photo booth minus the curtain. When the hygienist pulled out a booster seat for Six, the girls began comparing the x-ray to a rocket.
“Can this thing boost her to outer space so she can bug the aliens with her chatter?” Eight quipped.
“If it boosts me to space, I want you to come with me,” Six countered.
“No!” Eight said with mock horror.
The girls were in rare form that day; they kept going at one another during the entire appointment and they had the hygienist in splits. She didn’t stop laughing the entire time she worked with Six. I have to admit, late into the appointment (which was also late in the afternoon, for me anyway,) I wanted to tell the kids to stop cutting up so we could just get home already. But I was also glad for the distraction Eight provided. I’ve worried a little bit about this whole orthodontic procedure for a while, and anything that can keep Six’s spirits up can only be a good thing.