Our little guys sometimes do the silliest things, acting like they're from another planet. I made some observations at the dinner table recently, however, and now I believe that actually they are just characters from a fantasy classic.
On weekends they become Hobbits, requesting and then joyously chowing through breakfast, followed by second breakfast, then elevensies, lunch, tea, and supper. I often check their feet for hair growth.
They exhibit altogether different behaviour some evenings after picking them up from school, particularly on Mondays or when there had been cabbage in the lunch. I NEED TO EAT. WON'T WALK UNTIL I AM FED. RIGHT NOW. NOW. FEED ME WANT WANT WANT. I provide expedient crackers to avert the otherwise-inevitable public meltdown... and watch my little Orcs tear them apart two at a time and demand more.
And then there's evenings when they just don't seem to have much interest in food. Under extreme parental urging, they will grimly make their way through the minimum-acceptable amount, attitudes like Dwarves faced with another dinner of cram... that they clearly believe that this is 'more of a chewing exercise' than an enjoyable eating experience.
Fittingly, Hobbiton is only about four hours south of us, and Mordor another hour beyond that.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
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Oh they are definitely related, in some mysterious way, to Meriwether and Pippin! The Lord of the Rings trilogy was recently shown on the telly for 3 nights running...I am especially charmed by the discovery of the mushrooms in the first movie, as the hobbits leave the Shire. THAT is what their Grampa is like!
I laughed with pleasure at your wonderful descriptions...you may be half a world away, but you bring us to your side with such stories.
Hobbits, orcs, and dwarves...little boys certainly can resemble all three.
BTW, that was a classic bit of writing on your part, Allie. I loved it. Kudos.
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