Saturday, November 17, 2007

Santa Barbara and The Wall: a Short Story

So we decided to spend a week in Santa Barbara and hang out with Andy's dad, step mom, brother and sister. We rented a cottage and all went well for 24 hours until Elizabeth discovered a tiny hole in the drywall in Mama and Dada's bedroom.

"Hmm," she mused, "that hole is the perfect size to push through all the shiny items Mama has left around." Elizabeth staggered around the bedroom in a juice induced frenzy of activity. "Those hair clips - those will fit. So will those pennies." Her eyes lit up as she spied Mama's emerald ring. "Wow," she thought "that will be a tight fit but I bet I can do it."

Just at this point, Mama, who was reading the newspaper and wondering whether the sun would ever some out (it did, whenever Elizabeth was napping), paused and asked Dada "Have you seen the baby? It's awfully quiet." They stared for a moment, called out "Elizabeth" and raced to the bedroom, just in time to see her pushing something into the wall.

Elizabeth pai pai sho'd (clapped her hands) with glee. "Mama, wall!" she cried.

Dada fished out a hair clip and asked "Have you see your ring?"

No ring in sight. Mama asked the baby "Baobao, did you put the ring in the wall?"

Elizabeth replied "Ooo goo" and pointed to her mouth.

Mama persisted. "Elizabeth Xia Shuang" and now the baby listened for Mama only used her whole name when things were dire "did you swallow the ring?"

Elizabeth shook her head no.

Mama asked once more "Can you show Mama where the ring is?" and Elizabeth ran into the bed room and pointed. "My Wall, Mama. My wall!"

You can see the before and after pictures of My Wall here, as well as Mama and the ring.
After that, we went to the park after breakfast every day. The End.