The Treasure

While we were at Disneyland, Janae had promised the kids that they could each get “a treasure” before we left. For Lily, this meant a sparkly princess hat, which she touched affectionately every time we passed a kiosk, where they hung at a perfect height for a for year old to grab and pull. Luke wanted what he called “A big Woody.” I can’t tell you the number of times I heard “I want a big Woody” over a course of 36 hours. Woody, in case you don’t know, is the Tom Hanks voiced cowboy in the Toy Story movies. He is Luke’s favorite character and apparently has wanted an eighteen inch doll of Woody for awhile.

Janae, who doesn’t stoop as LOW as I do, didn’t bite any of my nudgings and winkings as to HOW FUNNY it sounded when Luke repeated the words “Big Woody,” as in “Mom, when can I get a big Woody?” All she said to me was, “Believe me, it’s been WELL COVERED.”

So I was all alone in being tickled to death, when Luke got to get the Woody doll, and he went around the store holding the box and saying affectionately, “I got a big Woody!” As he stood, waiting to purchase it, he gazed down at Woody’s face and gave him a quick kiss. Then, as if to recover his six year old MACHO self he said, “Hey Woody! You kissed ME!”

I thought, oh, what a complicated world we live in.