safety and love

I looked for proper dinosaurs to give my niece for her second birthday, but all I could find are battery-operated blinkenlight mech-warrior monstrosities, with guns. And goggles. And a price tag worthy of weekly groceries.

So instead I opted for crayon sets, endless Hello Kitty stickers, a plush Super Mario doll (she didn’t have any boy dolls, I wince at gendered play, though just as much to introduce a hero to play the part of hero, happily passive-aggressive ever after, but I suppose she’ll figure it out, she’s got good family, boy dolls can be foils and fools but fun and friends too I don’t need saving, but that don’t mean I don’t like you plus he’s a plumber, and pipes break) and the sweetest glitter leopard shirt ever.

Light blue ruffled toddler's shirt with a sparkly leopard printed on it.

Then I saw them at an antique fair—the ferocious rubber dinosaurs of my memories and dreams. Despite the plethora of gifts already purchased, I couldn’t resist. I’m not supposed to, I’m an aunt, this is my job.

Spoil her with presents, preserve her with love, prepare her for this mad, mad world.

A blue tyrannosaurus rex steams in a pot of boiling water.

I boiled them for safety and love.


  • Bree

    July 29, 2012 at 12:43 pm

    Your posts can’t *all* be my favorite, and yet.

  • megh

    August 1, 2012 at 7:11 pm

    😀 The best improv is the improv you are watching.

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