A couple days ago, I had too much to do at naptime and didn't get my workout in. I knew I wouldn't be able to walk that evening, as Derek had to work, so after we picked Adelaide up from the bus stop, I changed into my workout clothes, slid the Denise Austin DVD I had checked out from the library into the DVD player, and prayed the kids would entertain themselves for thirty minutes while I exercised .
I should have foreseen what did happen; the minute the tv clicked on all three kids came scrambling (I haven't let them watch tv since April- a story for another day) and stood mesmerized as the opening credits flashed on the screen.
Soon enough, Denise started her jumping and lunging and twisting, I followed along, and the kids did, too, which was funny enough in and of itself. They were seriously into it, especially Atticus.
The thirty minutes passed quickly, and I turned the tv off. Mission accomplished.
I found myself in the same situation yesterday; picking Adelaide up, changing, inserting DVD, getting ready to workout.
The boys were just as excited as they had been the day before, but Adelaide remained on the couch, briefly glanced up when Denise appeared, and said, "Oh, it's Miss Perky again," in a dead, humorless voice.
I decided that this was one rabbit worth following down the rabbit-hole, paused the DVD, and turned to our daughter.
"Adelaide, do you know what 'perky' means?"
"Yes. It means really happy and excited, like: *performs wild spastic dance with her eyes rolled back in her head*. You know, like Odie."
"You know- Odie. Odie and Garfield? Odie is happy all the time and perky, and Garfield is funny and hates everything."
I looked back at Denise Austin's manic smile frozen on the screen. She is undeniably perky. Then something occurred to me.
"Adelaide, do you think I'm like Odie?"
She began to speak, then hesitated before carefully replying, "Well... I think you try to be like Odie, but really you're more like Garfield."
I feel so transparent.