Sunday, October 9, 2011
"Winnie the Pooh." I tell her.
"Oh." She breaths. " Can I say hello to Winnie the Pooh?"
"Well," I say, "Pooh is rather shy, but I'll ask." Jamie bounces in delight and her eyes glitter as I suppress a grin. "Winnie the Pooh," I say into the phone, "I know it's a lot to ask, but my niece Jamie would like to speak to you."
After a moment, I give my niece a solemn nod and pass the phone into her outstretched hands. For several minutes her excited chatter charms the adults in the room and then we hear her ask. "Oh Winne the Pooh, is Eeyore there?"
Jamie shoots us a triumphant look and I know Mom's turning the conversation over to Dad. In seconds his voice rumbles over the phone, low, slow and endearingly pessimistic.
"Hi Eeyore," Jamie dances in place, "are you having a good day?"
"No, no, I don't believe I am."
"But why?" She cries.
"I've misplaced my tail." Eeyore gives a dramatic sigh. "Everyone knows a donkey needs his tail."
"Oh Eeyore," Jamies voice rises, "I'll find your tail."
Eeyore sniffles and my sister rolls her eyes.
"I will find your tail Eeyore. I will find your tail and mail it to you."
"Oo kaay." As Eeyore, dad is so morose, I bite my cheek.
"Have a nice day Eeyore."
"I don't know if I can," Eeyore heaves another sigh, "but I'll try."