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11/24/2019 0 Comments the return of elarooIt was a rainy day before Thanksgiving, so we decided to pull out the holiday decorations from the crawl space. In the process, we stumbled upon old toys I had stowed down there to make room in the madness that is three boys and their myriad of play things. Like an authoritarian state, every so often, something they haven't touched in awhile "disappears" in the middle of the night, thereby its disappearance going unnoticed and unprotested by the trio. Of course, our new discovery brought back the memory of these now FAVORITE toys that HAD to be brought back upstairs.
Among the toys to return from their dungeon was an annoyingly cheerful elephant ride on, whose batteries somehow still managed to work, and as it spun through its three pre-programmed ditties, I felt my eye begin a familiar twitch. "I LOVE TO MOVE AND PLAY! ARUUUUUU!!!" went the elephant, as I wondered if stabbing it through the eye would be the final death knell for its electronics. "YOU'RE A GREAT FRIEND!" said the elephant, creepily reading my thoughts. Little insisted Elaroo rejoin the land of current toys as he carried it upstairs and proceeded to plop down and push himself around, his now too big body of long arms and legs making Elaroo look like a tiny clown car. Tiny and Big immediately took notice and body slammed Little in their efforts to get a chance to "ride" on the toddler toy. Suddenly, chaos broke out in an all out war for the chance to sit on the elephant, finally prompting a five minute limit for each boy, during which they carefully timed each other's rides. I stopped plotting for Elaroo's demise as I watched the boys drive him off steps, crashing him nose-first into the wooden floors, certain that they would destroy it before I could. Except, they didn't. Somehow, Elaroo managed to not only survive these daily beatings, but thrive, cheerfully playing music, even when no one is near it, reminding me of its creepy existence. The trio now use Elaroo to annoy each other, as I observe in their interactions. As Big plays with toys in the kitchen, Little drives in on the elephant. "I'm riding my elephant!" he says triumphantly to his brother. "I don't care. It's annoying, anyway." Big replies, steadfastly refusing to look at Little. LIttle, obviously bothered by his inability to irk Big, continues riding closer, "OH. It's annoying, you say?" as he repeatedly punches the buttons, over and over, repeating the phrases and music, as if on a torturous loop, unending fabricated joy and mock elephant trumpets. My brain explodes and suddenly, I plot Elaroo's final moments, determined to make him disappear forever. "I think we should bring Elaroo to your new baby cousin, don't you think?" I say brightly, to the trio. Elaroo just stares at me with wide eyes before shouting, "I'M AN ELEPHANT! I LIKE TO ROOOOOOOO!"
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AuthorAnna Christine is a working mother of three boys. She is a teacher, writer, learner, and a fierce advocate for inclusion. Writing is her catharsis for the tough days of parenting. Her writing has appeared on ScaryMommy: Archives
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