Thursday, August 12, 2010

The Rewinding Machine

I'm not sure how the discussion even started. A few weeks ago Cynthia was out of town and I decided to let Kiki sleep in our bed since that's what we do when I am out of town. Our usual night time routine includes reading and a story which I usually have to make up on the spot. And it has to be new every time. I usually try to make it funny and have a moral. I don't always succeed.

So I made up some story about white and black bunnies and a river and long story short, turns out all these bunnies had the same great-great-great-grandparents. So then after the usual slew of questions, Kiki asked me what a great-grandparent was and why are they great? I told her that this is how you call the parents of your grandparents and that I am not sure why they are great, but they usually are.

And to demonstrate this I asked her about my mother, being her Savta (grandma in Hebrew - Happy Birthday by the way) Mara , and her mother, Savta Riva, who is in fact her great-grandmother. Since she knows how all that works her next question was a bit of a surprise.

She wanted to know where her great-grandma Grace was and why we never get to see her. Grace was Cynthia's grandmother and she passed away nearly 25 years ago. I wasn't really sure what to say and decided to just go with the truth and told Kiki that we don't see great-grandma Grace because she died a long time ago. So she wanted to know how come Savta Riva wasn't dead and I answered that she just wasn't and we should be happy to have a great-grandma because not many people have one.

Then Kiki said she doesn't want anyone else to die. I hugged her tight and said that she doesn't need to worry about that right now and that everyone will be fine. But she wasn't having any of that. She said something should be done about it. I asked her what she thought we could do and to my surprise she came up with a brilliant idea.

The Rewinding Machine

There I was thinking she was going to say people would need to eat better and maybe take pills to make them healthy or something of that nature, but there she was, thinking outside the box again. I asked what she meant.

She said the rewinding machine would be used on a person's birthday when they were old. Every birthday, the person would get into the machine and instead of being one year older, we could rewind them with a crank so that they stay the same age every year. I thought that was a fantastic solution and I told her so. But she had more...

She said we should build this machine right away, just to be safe. We should go to Home Depot and ask them for the instructions. I told her that we would need to invent one because there were no instructions for something like this yet. Since we already need to invent a teleporting machine, we really have our hands full. I told her that we would need to study math, science and biology and come up with a design and then get the parts we needed.

She told me I was wrong and we need to go get the parts now because we can't let anyone die while we're learning all these things. And we would first use it only for our family and then let our friends use it too. But we can't use it on her because she doesn't want to stay five.

She eventually agreed to go to sleep and figure this out later. Yesterday she reminded me that we need to go to Home Depot and get some wood an nails to build our machine. I said we would need a lot more than just wood and nails. So she said of course.

"We need buttons too!"


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