January 25, 2013

Learning

“Mommy,” she calls out as I try to simultaneously dress a chicken and chop up broccoli. “What does it say on the opameal box?”

“Probably ‘oatmeal.’”

“But there’s no P.”

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“Mommy,” she says as we’re getting in the car after gymnastics. “My American Girl doll has a hard time hearing.”

“Does she?” I reply, waving goodbye to one of the moms.

“Yes. She needs hearing aids.” Now, I know full well why this doll needs hearing aids. It needs hearing aids because my friend’s daughter – a girl my daughter adores, admires, and aspires to become – has hearing aids. So her doll just got hearing aids. Perforce our damned doll needs hearing aids.

But I decide to for once avoid the N word. “You know what? We can get your doll hearing aids.”

“Yes, because she can’t hear what I say. And I’m usually telling her what she needs to do.”

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