Monday, June 4, 2007

Noki

Let me set the scene: Jack was about nine months old. My friend, Lauren, and I had decided to take a day trip to northern Virginia to go outlet shopping. We were only about an hour into our bargain hunting excursion when Jack had a major meltdown. (def: meltdown, n., "a disaster comparable to a nuclear catastrophe.") He wasn't interested in playing with the toys I had brought along for him; he wasn't interested in cookies, or smiley antics, or any other sort of bribery. I was about to have a meltdown myself, when Lauren reached down into her purse with the hopes that she might have something to entertain him. Out of her purse came this Pinocchio tape measure, that we fondly nicknamed, Noki. You pull the "nose" and you've got five feet of nine month-old, meltdown saving fun! Jack was entertained by Noki for the entirety of the day. Needless to say, he became a fixture during our subsequent shopping outings. I suppose he finally had enough of Jack's nose pulling play; one day I couldn't find him. I suppose he turned into a little boy and ran away.

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