“Concentrate! I am trying to tell you a story here!” She looked at me with eyes filled with glee, a pair of blunt scissors clutched in one hand, her painting brush in the other. At my frown, she put the scissors down and picked up the cardboard shape she had just cut out.
“Ye…s?” I murmured, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. She has been at this for the better part of an hour, and I was rapidly running out of patience.
“So there I was in the middle of the river.” She sat down decidedly on the stool, and paused for dramatic effect.
Eight years have a tendency to be dramatic. This looked like a long afternoon.
“Ahem. So, as I was saying, I was in the middle of the sea and I was swimming.”
“Wait a minute, you were swimming? As much as I know, you can’t swim.”
“Here I can. Do you want me to tell you the story or not?”
“So in the middle of the sea I was swimming and there were fishes around me, like the ones which nearly ate you in Thailand. But these weren’t eating me. These were my friends.”
“And what did your friends do?”
“They swam, silly! You don’t want to not swim when you are in the middle of the river.”
“And what did they do then?”
“Oh, they decided to find food, you know. They like to eat.”
“Okay, so what fishes were these?”
She mulled for a while. Then she dazzled me with a megawatt smile as the word came tumbling out.
“Okay, so that’s why they like to eat.”
“Yes, you see, they like taking a bite out of people, just to taste, you know. But nothing more, just a bite.”
“Well, its not that great news for fishes, but I get them. And they are real fast. Like, real, real fast. They can zip around when then want to. So I went with them, because they liked me and told me I could go with them.”
“What did you do?”
“We waited around for large fishes to come our way. We waited and we waited and we waited. And then when one came, one of our friends jumped on it, and bit it. The others followed suit.”
“Then?” Despite my apparent nonchalance, I was now interested.
“Then? Then we ate it. It was a big fish. We fed on it for a long time and had a grand feast. And when we were done, we moved away, our tummies full.”
“I’m not sure if I like your friend Barracuda.”
“Well, you should. They can live in packs or live alone. They mostly eat smaller fishes, so other fishes are afraid of them, and I like that.”
“Don’t you think they sound like us?”
I thought for a few seconds before realizing she was probably right. Sometimes, its quite interesting to see how children perceive life, and here I was, sitting in front of a rather bloodthirsty eight-year-old, realizing that she accepted life much more easily than I ever could, which wouldn’t have been possible if Colgate hadn’t sent over the fun activity ingredients.