it might be time to mention the kids in Africa
Talk about your first-world problems…
Scene: Saturday afternoon. We are in the car driving around doing family things and talking about not much when a little voice from the back pipes up.
BIANCA
Me go Oma’s house.
This has been a regular request the last week or so. I’m touched that (a) she calls mum Oma and not “that mad bat” like she did that one time, and (b) that she obviously loves to go to visit.
NICKY
This is the road we go on when we go to Oma’s house but we’re not going today. We’ll go soon.
BIANCA
Me go Oma’s house NOW.
DAVE
You like Oma’s house don’t you? What would you do there?
BIANCA
Play with the baby TV.
(Bianca calls all tablets “baby TVs”. We got my mum an iPad last year for Christmas. It has some games on it that we can’t get on our Android one.)
DAVE
So the only reason you want to go to Oma’s house is to play with the Baby TV?
BIANCA
Yes!
NICKY
Does that mean if I get an iPad I don’t have to go to my mother’s anymore?
DAVE
I’ll pay for that!
General guffawing ensues about this idea.
DAVE
… really, you can have an iPad if you like.
NICKY
No, it’s all right.
DAVE
Let me get this straight. I’m offering to buy you an iPad and you don’t want it?
NICKY
But I don’t NEED an iPad.
BIANCA
ME need iPad!
In other news, my mum is coming to Melbourne for a check up on her bionic ear on Monday and she voluntarily suggested she come and stay with us for the rest of the week. I’m looking forward to it so much that I’m taking time off work and even getting B out of childcare. No doubt Bianca will be thrilled to see her — as long as she brings that baby TV.