Wednesday, December 28, 2011
I had a beautiful cephalopodian Bumpa-grandduaghter moment on Christmas (aka Cephalo-Festivus*) eve. Nine-year-old Samantha had requested a fish from Santa Claus. Her mom was adamant that no such fish would be forth-coming. (As an aside, it was revealed that Santa will only deliver animals of any kind with prior parental approval.) Sam was equally adamant the she was going to get her fish, and went around singing "I Want A Fish For Christmas," providing her own original lyrics to this tune.
Big sister Amanda (age 14) piped in, saying, "How could Santa deliver a fish?" Evidently, his sleigh is not properly equipped for transporting them.
"Well", I suggested, "think about how Santa gets from Scotland to Nova Scotia."
"He crosses the sea," Amanda replied, warily.
It was then generally - albeit reluctantly - agreed that he could at any random moment just swoop down and scoop a fish out from the drink. "Actually," I said, "I was thinking more of a squid."
The look of disdain on Samantha's face was worth the price of admission, all by itself.
Pressing on, I asked, "If you got a squid, what would you name it?"
After a moments thought, Sam replied, "Squidward." I thought that was quite good; but her dad interjected, "What about Squidney?"
On that cue, I started riffing about the squid's long, flexible tentacles. Middle sister Rebekka (age 11) was sitting next to me on the couch, and from the corner of my eye, I saw the light bulb go on over her head. We looked at each other and said, in perfect unison: "Squid don't have any knees." The infamous Bumba-Bekka mind meld was in full force.
Then we high-fived amidst the groans. It was fabulous.
After all that quieted down, I told Sam to call me on Christmas morning (but not too early) and tell me if she got her fish. (In my exalted position of bumpahood, I had some inside information.)
When the call came she was one excited little girl. Santa brought her an aquarium, and all the required accessories, along with a gift card to a pet shop, where she could choose her own fish.
That Santa - what a guy!
* Find the explanation in comments here.