Mr. Bada
We have a new member of the family, Mr. Bada. I have come to think of him as a relic of some Edwardian house guest era; he arrives for long stays and makes demands on the servants (that would be me) from the privileged position of his class and station.
Which would be imaginary companion to my son.
And like others in his position he mostly seems to exist to confound the rest of us. No sooner does one attempt to sit than one is informed that Mr. Bada is sitting in that place. Mr. Bada does not like corn on the cob, but Noah gamely devours his share. Mr. Bada also is solely responsible for any spills or knocked over towers.
The strange thing is that Mr. Bada seems to have carved out the way for some other rather sideways conversations I’m not sure I’m comfortable with. For example, Noah is planning to trick or treat as Superman. Mr. Bada, however, is going to be a “fairy, like Tinkerbell.”
Which led to a suppertime discussion about how Tinkerbell is an okay fairy (and having watched Tinkerbell the movie, I have to say it’s not… horrid, like Wonderpets, another library DVD I wish would vanish itself. However if the term “flittericious” takes hold I may have to revise my opinion.) but a better fairy name would be… Lyria. Lin. (Laroux, adds Carl, which is a joke between him and Lyr, and always produces… giggling. I don’t get it, but it’s not my joke.)
Someday, I trust, Mr. Bada will set out for the colonies. But Lyria won’t. So hmmm.
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Wow. Just — wow.