This is the third and final post about Space Girl’s adventure in Greece with Mummy and Daddy.
Space Girl did have one confusing experience on holiday – the Other Bedtime Bear. Another Space Cadet, of similar age and training, had his own Bedtime Bear – but blue instead of Space Girl’s pink one. Space Girl’s is pink because it was a present. Frustratingly, in my quest for equal opportunity and avoiding of gender stereotypes, she loves it. Of course, pink was predominantly a boys colour until the last few hundred years – so she’s either rebelling against gender stereotypes a few hundred years too late, or is well ahead of the next time it swaps.
The Other Bedtime Bear accompanied his Space Cadet to meals, walks, pram and the beach – and got quite grubby between washes. Whereas Space Girl’s was pristine and nocturnal. Well, clean apart from a spit-soaked long bit on top of his hat. I don’t think Space Girl could work out if the Other Bedtime Bear was hers that had changed colour and was on a brief holiday between sleeps, or was another one. Bringing Space Girl’s bear to dinner and comparing the two just added to the confusion. And Space Girl needed to hug hers frequently to convince herself it was still there. At least it wasn’t as traumatic as when Space Girl once spotted her Bedtime Bear in our washing machine – a lot of worried pointing and comment ensued. Forty-five minutes was a long wait for a one and a bit year old.
Finally, the trip back was good too. It started well when we were told about the hotel’s pet tortoises which we’d missed earlier – I guess, by being stone coloured and very slow. Space Girl was very pleased when she fed the petals they liked to them, slowly. For the rest of the trip, Space Girl did very well considering it was a long snooze-deprived bus journey, then a hot airport where we inexplicably had to queue three times (instead of just one queue and three things at the end) and silly Daddy forgot to ask for aisle seats again. But this time our aisle neighbour kindly swapped seats, and we brought smaller sticker books. And this time I thought the loosely defined sausage was “Blyeuch” too (see earlier post Another Adventure – Part 1).
And since we got back?
Well, Space Girl hasn’t lost her love of tomatoes and gherkins.
And she still gets upset when things go away – the latest sobbing prompted by a picture of the sun setting (see earlier post Another Adventure – Part 2). My explanations of spinning planets, relative viewpoints and orbits were nodded at politely, but I don’t think she fully understood. Instead I tried telling her that the sun goes to sleep at the end of the day like her, and always wakes up in the morning like her – she nodded more but was still sceptical.
And finally, there’s only one Bedtime Bear again – hers. Pink. “Blyeuch”.
Next post September 29, 2014
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