Monday, June 16, 2008

How My Children Fall into the Background

For the record, the Matron eschews Indoor Climbing Activity, like McDonald's PlayLand! (group shudder!)

But today she was persuaded to take the offspring to Lookout Ridge, one of those sprawling indoor jungles. Because she had been there once before and recalled promising laptop possibility, she put hers in a bag and said: "Yes!"

Friends? Can you say Heaven-Nirvana-Spot on Oprah all at once? Her children--all 3, even though Stryker had a good decade on a quarter of the crowd -- fell into the urban playground and disappeared!!

The Matron could not have been happier! She pulled out her laptop and escaped, entirely.

Background. This indoor fake-jungle is in the basement of a large building housing an indoor garden and pond, pleasant cafe, and library. What's not to love? But while the children exhaust themselves in the play area, the parents sit placidly in four rows of chairs lined up to face the jungle -- and two lovely long tables with outlets in the back. This area has not garden, no nicety, just chairs and those two tables facing the jungle where children play.

Every so often, as the Matron (at a table) worked on Creation and Art, she would look up from her laptop to experience one of these two thoughts:

1. Why are these people sitting on chairs and staring at the jungle without books, computers, magazines, knitting or craft? Just sitting and staring at the fake trees hiding their children. Don't they know they could be reading?

2. Hope my children are still in there.

Oh, she soon learned they were.

Stryker came out, followed by a gaggle of boys.

Stryker: "Mom. Meet my minions. This is Henry, Seth, Christopher, Thomas and Tray."

Matron: "Minions?"

Stryker: "I've got more inside."

And he turned on a heel and plunged into the jungle, with a gaggle of six-year olds in hot pursuit.

Whenever the Matron looked up to experience her two thoughts, she noticed that Stryker had become the Pied Piper.

Then, as she was working, she heard a dim roar get louder. The entire basement complex began to vibrate and hum. From the depths of the jungle came this:

Stomp, stomp, stomp. Stomp, stomp, stomp. "WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU. WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU."

The room fairly exploded with the sound: WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU!

The placid parents looked around, surprised and uncertain. Awake. And not entirely happy to be placed in Unusual Situation. Not one child was in sight, not even a toddler. The children had been replaced by this: WE WILL, WE WILL, ROCK YOU!"

The Matron had not one doubt about who was in charge of this impromptu rock concert. She strode--bravely, brazenly in the 'socks only' area on her very fine high heels and yelled: "Stryker?"

Stryker: "Yes?"

Matron (sensing the room's instant discomfort): "Stop it."

Stryker: "Minions! Cease and desist! Call down!"

Traipsing back to her table, she noticed how many parents were packing up to leave all of a sudden.

She understands that some children are mellow, laid back. Why couldn't she get at least one of them?

20 comments:

Raven said...

AWESOME!

I love your child!

Optimist said...

How Cool is Stryker?!

I love him already!

Don't get the people who just stare and don't have at the least a book or crossword puzzle. Perhaps they are so slamdunked from parenting they are in a semi-coma?

xoxo

stephanie (bad mom) said...

No. Way. That is the sweetest (as in "frickin' awesome") story of the day!

I also have no idea why people go anywhere without reading material and/or a laptop. Weird.

Minions. That is priceless - please give him a high five from me and my students; they would think he rocks.

Cheri @ Blog This Mom! said...

I am pretty sure this is the most brilliant post I have ever read in all my born days.

Stryker: "Mom. Meet my minions."

This line MUST be included in your screenplay.

hippyhappyhay said...

I avoid those places like the plague. Sienna is so small, and her daddy so over-protective, I spend all my time IN the ball pit. Though Stryker would totally make that more fun.

Oh, and I am so glad he didn't use the other version of that song...I imagine that'd be the end of some of those parents.

Hen said...

Killjoy!

Honestly you wouldn't want a dull one!

Go stryker!

jennie said...

that's really funny. and a great use of minions.

Angie said...

There are tears streaming down from laughter at this post.

Minions. That is great.

Where the hell is this place? I could use some 'jungle' time myself!

You have great kids - all leaders!

Memarie Lane said...

Minions! I love it! He sounds like my 2 year old daughter, whereas my 5 year old son is more of a minion type himself.

I hate those climby things because every time we go someone's kid gets stuck at the top and I'm the only parent small enough to climb up and rescue him. I hate small spaces! And if I balk I'm the bad guy.

smalltownmom said...

That was great.

Jennifer H said...

That is awesome. He should hire himself out as a super-babysitter. Anyone who can wrangle a wild crowd like that has some serious power. :-)

Ann said...

He used MINIONS!!! One of my favorite words, actually - use it all the time. Love him. Is he married? Oh, wait - I am. Nevermind, 'scuse the inappropriateness - that was too adorable. We Will Rock You. Priceless.

Julie said...

OMG...what's so AWESOME about this is that you can't make stuff like this up. Stryker ROCKS!

Rima said...

I would love to spend one day as a fly on the wall in the Matron household.

Kimberly said...

Minions! He not only has a great personality, but a great vocabulary too. No surprise.

witchypoo said...

You gotta love a kid with his own minions.

PicaboMama said...

On behalf of my Queen lovin' husband, I would like to thank you for bringing the next generation into the fan club.

Lynda said...

I wish I had one of those mellow kids, too. And mine is 16!

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Stryker kicks butt.

And I love that he enlists minions.

I despise playlands--I share in the shuddering.

Jocelyn said...

You'd rather have a pip anyday, so don't bemoan his pipishness.

That place? Makes me understand heaven does exist.