Friday, November 04, 2005

Rollie Monster

I occasionally play this game with Ivy where I'm lying on the couch and she climbs up onto the top of the couch. I ask her what's going on, and she says, "I'm a Rollie Monster and I'm going to roll down this mountain and crush your bones."

"You wouldn't."
"I would."
"You couldn't."
"I could."
"You can't."
"I can."
"You won't."
"I will."

This part of the game has remained unchanged in over two years -- even at two she somehow knew the proper won't-will combinations, which amazed me. Anyway, then I resign myself to a victim's fate: "Oh well, ok. Let's hear your song." I don't know how or why the song became part of the sequence, but it's apparently essential. She usually meanders through some long, ethereal, improvised poem-song about mountains that always ends with the same line: "...and the little boy stands up and says, The End." At that point the fearsome Rollie Monster rolls down and damages me with much noise and chaos.

She then does a miraculous twirling conversion where she transforms herself into a magical doctor and lovingly repairs every part of my broken body. If I play my cards right, I can usually get a back rub out of the deal, and it's important to note that the entire game can take place without me moving from the couch. This hospital phase can last up to 20 minutes, so we don't usually do many cycles of the game back to back.

Tonight Ella wanted to try the game, and she doesn't really get it, but I managed to remember her first attempt at the Rollie Monster song. Picture it in a little impish toddler voice, happily singing random notes just before rolling down to crush me:
"It's all ok
It is all ok
It is the end
And a polar bear"

7 comments:

Lesa said...

This entry needs to be mounted on a plaque. Or cross-stitched, framed and hung next to a door frame that I frequent.

This scene really speaks to me!

Heather said...

I adore these Ivy/Ella play-by-play escapades! Keep 'em coming!

Garth said...

You gotta love the creativity of kids! I'm witness to some pretty cool song/poems made up on the spot as well! It's too bad our public school system seems to be amazing at taking that creativity away from our kids after thirteen years of education in the name of conformity. After, what use would it be on the assembly line if our workers
starting daydreaming and creating stuff other than what they are told to do!

Hearing the statement "I'm bored" is an opportunity for creativity but unfortunately we often simply put on the electronic babysitter or program some type of activity rather than providing the tools for kids to create their own activity.

Rumor has it that sandboxes are no longer in any kindergarten classes because they are too messy and unhygenic. I'm pretty certain more learning takes place in a sandbox than by passively watching a teacher draw on a whiteboard. Grrr...sorry for my little rant on your blog.

Keep being a great dad and creativity coach!

Jeremy said...

Thanks, Lesa. You couldn't have known that I have a weakness for sentimental, framed cross-stitch masterpieces hung beside doorways. My grandma's place must have a half-dozen of them, several including the actual names of me and all of my cousins.

Jeremy said...

Garth, love the rant. Agreed across the board.

Admittedly, this scene of parental bonding and merriment is sadly the exception...I don't usually write up the times when I'm barking at the kids or slinking away for some quiet.

Jeremy said...

Seriously, Heather. Don't encourage these posts -- wouldn't you rather read about how much I like mountain biking on the same four trails over and over and over and...

Garth said...

Hmmm - maybe that's why I'm not getting many blogreplies as of late - too much mtn bike speak. I'm a little surprised that no one commented on my Olive Garden rant though!