A Little Game
Last night before going to bed, I sat down and started clicking through some old Time Magazines I'd found online. I found one about a rising new star named Robert Redford dated February, 1969. A glorious full color picture of his face spanned the front cover, which I drooled at for a moment then slid past to read some old adverts. Julia came up behind me and, after seeing an ad showing a man in different stages of gradual hair dying, started a game called, Which man will I marry?
"Not that one," she said, pointing to the man pre-hair dye. "Not that one," she continued, pointing to the other pictures of him in his chemically enhanced follicle progress. I waited for her to say that she would marry the final man in the picture--the same one in the beginning but with darker, glossy hair. Apparently she didn't like the way he looked, despite his doing so much to please her; money all spent on dye and nice-looking suit.
"What about this guy?" I asked, sliding the page up to show Robert Redford.
"Sure!" She caroled out without a pause, eyes wide in sudden adoration. "I'd marry him."
"I'd marry him too! I mean--if I wasn't married to your father already. Which I am, because I love him." Oh pooh, it's no fun having to be a mom sometimes.
She stared at me, not blinking.
"What? It's Robert Redford, geez! Go to bed already." I gave her a kiss before she walked away, nuzzling her sweet little nose with mine.
Here's the magazine if you want to see for yourself. http://books.google.com/books?id=Y1AEAAAAMBAJ&printsec=frontcover#v=onepage&q=&f=false