Dear Mrs. China....
So, one of my blessings is an extrovert exuberant boisterous boy, I refer to in Cyber World as Buddy. :) He is my youngest darlin' and he is just now 4! :) I think the cake was only recently finished, is how JUST 4 he is :) cute as a button!
Buddy is in a fixation right now with trucks, cars and recently added, the wonderful helicopter. This new addition seems to be crowding in on last years obsession with trains... though he still loves trains, he seems to, at least for now that is, have exhausted his need for knowledge of them. And so begins my story, the little boy who needs to line them up, and then rearrange in appreciation of color, will then, rearrange them, by make and model, and then, by size, and , or who KNOWs what ... always ordering them, rearranging them, and then, the testosterone kicks into gear, and he just has to, HAS to know, which cars and trucks and helicopters are really worth their salt. He will let them rip, flying into walls, crashing into moms feet while making dinner, rushing nearly flying over the living room sunken in steps, and if it survives all these crashes, then, THEN he will drop it from the 2nd story when you are NOT watching, to see what comes of it.. We have all taken to walking carefully and calling out his name before walking out from under the loft to the designated drop spot. Matchbox cars, and remote control hummers HURT when they land on your head! Please note the other two children are in fact INTROVERTS, and this REALLY stresses them out :) Makes for an interesting day sometimes.... Yes, anyway, he NEEDS to know... If a car makes it, he will ask his brother, what it says underneath, and make a mental note. If a car does not, again he will inquire what the car says on the bottom and make a mental note.... now that you are updated, on to the story....
We all go to the Chiropractors each week, for adjustments and the two older children for physical therapy, this story takes place in the office. Buddy decides he NEEDS to chat with Ms. Merry behind the counter, so ever the extrovert, he simply walks into the office space and begins to chat... Ms. Merry by now rather enjoys these visits from Buddy each week. This weeks choice conversation is about Buddy's disgust with CHINA.
MS MERRY: why are you so upset with China Buddy?
BUDDY: They are all China's cars and trucks...(he pulls out an example or two to display... poor wretch things that may once have been cars that rolled on the floor... but no more) NO one else makes these junkie things, they don't pass any of my tests, you should see! a broken Axel Look here, (he flips it over for her to see the mishaphed and clearly disfunctional axel... that he knew it was an axel was sort of endearing I thought...) it is awful! LOOK Ms Merry, someone ought to tell china Her toys stink, they all break, and then you don't have them anymore because you have to throw them away.
Ms MERRY : Do all the cars and trucks break when you play hard with them Buddy?
BUDDY: OOOOOOOOOOOO no! Tia wan and USA and maly asia they do great!! you should see! No NO, it is China that can't do it right. ( head shaking in utter disappointment for this poor China, who ever she is)Always it is my china cars and trucks and helicopters that break... china! ( he is not ranting, but talking calming, tapping his feet and using hand gestures to make his point take more effect... he looks very adorable, and very serious ) no quality, like they don't care what they are making.... My German toys, and French and English toys don't break as easy... no, just china It is soo frustrating... (clenched fists pounding the little legs! He was so emphatic!!!)
Ms Merry : Maybe you should write them a letter
BUDDY: (goes to show her on the computer that she should type it) and begins the dictation ... Yes, lets write a letter!!
Dear Mrs. China......
what is a mom to do...? I thought to blog it, so I'd not forget how sweet 4 can be :)
oh, I had to show him where China lived on the globe when we got home so he might know where to send his letter when he finished it... He just shook his head, and said she was soo big.
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