It happened when I least expected it. We were at a small indoor playground at the local mall we frequent. We had just finished lunch. I had groceries to grab. Atticus was due for a nap but he had been hankering for the playground, so there we were.
Arddun has a birthday party coming up, and it’s the second superheroes-themed party she’s been invited to. Just as well that we bought her a Wonder Woman costume for the first one. I hope we still have all the bits and bobs, and it’s not lost somewhere in Deep Toy Space.
Anyway, nostalgia and a chance encounter with another Superhero costume led me to show Atticus what his sister’s first Superhero costume looked like, and he thought it was pretty awesome. It certainly brought Tony and I down memory lane. It also made us realise how much more articulate Arddun was when she was a tot.
Every now and then, talk fires up about tweaking family tax benefits and incentivising women to return to work through childcare benefits. And every now and then, murmuring inevitably crops up about subsidising what some deem to be “a mere lifestyle choice”.
For Arddun’s first birthday, I had bought her a toy garage – with the ramps and the car wash and parking and the petrol station. A couple years later, Tony handed her a small box of his childhood treasures – cars, buses, trucks, and even a wooden cowboy gun.
She plays with Tony’s toys still, and Atticus loves them literally to pieces. But then one day, he came across the toy garage and it was like a light came on inside him. Ah hah, he seemed to think as he put two and two together.
For the past 2 days, he would retreat into the library or the rumpus room and play with the garage and the cars for at least half an hour on his own. He is smitten.
“What do you want to do?! I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT TO DO!”
Join the club, kiddo.