
Not a lot of time for blog updates lately. I'm working like crazy and I can't show anything yet. I did this little monster for Illustration Friday's "Clumsy", but forgot to post it. It's perfect to describe what happened last saturday. We had a little domestic tragedy when Elia woke up from his afternoon nap only to find his beloved goldfish floating belly up in its tank. I knew right from the start that a joke was not going to save me this time, plus his teacher says he's developing a rather unusual sense of humor and absurd (while his schoolmates were happily singing along a Christmas Carol, he was humming "Sabotage". Too much Beastie Boys? )
He was obviously heartbroken and confused. Is the fish sleeping? Maybe we should set an alarm-clock? I think one of the fins is still moving. Why... OOHH WHY are you throwing it in the TOILET?! At that point he was nearly hysterical. After a walk outside with his father he came home with a huge icecream spot on his jumper and a new goldfish. Problem solved, or so I hoped.
While I was fixing dinner the same night, he asked me why fishes die. Caught off-guard I said "death is part of life, every living creature lives and dies". I knew it was the wrong answer. A long silence followed and I hoped Agent Oso won his attention, but when I turned around he was in the doorway with that serious, surly expression on his face. When he looks at me like that, is as if he's wondering "are you qualified for this mother role? Because it seems to me that you are improvising most of the time" and has no idea how close to the truth he is!
The question he was going to pose was far worse, though. With a tiny little voice he asked "Mum, are people living creatures too?" Could not get away with a joke or a lie "Yes, they are". I tried to pretend that the usual cooking required a very complex performance, but it was not enough. "Mum, are you going to die too?" Lost for words, I gave the same answer I received from my mother when I was almost the same age "Yes, I will, but not for a long time. You'll be old and strong and will be just fine". It's not the honest truth, it's a half-truth or a half-lie. Anyway he seemed relieved, grabbed a toast and concluded "You know what? By then we will need a much bigger toilet!"
Elia is four, his teacher says that according to her manuals, kids don't understand irony or sarcasm, but I know he was smiling and walked away laughing to himself. I don't know if this means I passed along my wacky sense of humor, but if I did, he's my magnum opus and I will die happy!