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The deepest depth of vulgarism is that of setting up money as the ark of the covenant



Yesterday evening was pregnastics again, so Henry and I entertained ourselves while Jen was out doing whatever it is that a roomful of heavily pregnant women do when corralled together.

Today’s photograph is testament to the fact that Henry was in terrific form. In fact, we managed to cover most of the amusements that have consumed our evenings of late:
Dinner
Vacuuming
Piggy bank emptying
Piggy bank filling
Singing
Dancing
Piggy bank emptying
Piggy bank filling
Reading books: (last night we enjoyed The New Baby, Guess How Much I Love You, Meg and Mog, and The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie)
Piggy bank emptying
Piggy bank filling
Wrestling
Extreme hugs
Piggy bank emptying
Piggy bank filling
Tower building
Tower destroying
Drumming
Forward rolling
Piggy bank emptying
Piggy bank filling
Cubby house building
Cubby house dismantling
Deep breathing
Dessert
Piggy bank emptying
Piggy bank filling
Relaxing
You will have probably noted the preponderance of piggy bank-related activities. Yes, Henry has discovered – nay, embraced – both the notion and magnitude of money. Hard cash, capital, currency and most importantly loose change has quickly rocketed to the top of the charts in terms of play equipment!

I will happily wager that with twenty minutes of my return home later in the afternoon, the miniature marvel will delicately clasp my hand, look earnestly into my eyes, guide me into his room and point to the piggy bank and offer a simple word, “money”.

He loves the stuff. Five cent coins, ten cent coins, twenty cent coins, and yes, fifty cent coins, he will happily guide you to a point on the floor, demand that you empty the piggy bank, and them – one by one – put each coin back into the piggy bank. Often, we whittle away the time filling up containers with coins, only to empty them into different containers. It is quite the task.

I think that this new fixation is entirely consistent with earlier predictions of potential future career pathways.
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Maria Verivaki said…
very nice ideas to share with a child
1 July 2008 at 15:35
Benjamin Madison said…
It's OK. The piggy bank obsession is probably more than adequately balanced by the purer and more altruistic extreme hugs. Incidentally, that was a good video.
2 July 2008 at 04:59
 gmirage said…
You seem really busy but enjoying everything!
2 July 2008 at 06:36
Keropokman said…
Money is not evil, but the love of money is the root of all evil.

Hmmm maybe the little one just like the sound when u drop coins into the piggy bank.

Aussie coins are huge! So I guess they are loud too! haha...
2 July 2008 at 10:25
Anonymous said…
It's just looks all so tiring.

At only 7 and a bit months here, the calm is ending and the storm loomimg.
2 July 2008 at 11:04
Kris McCracken said…
Keropok Man, I think that you've nailed it. He does like all the clinking. The fact that he bypasses the smaller, heavier and quieter 1 and 2 dollar coins for the 20 cent coins tells me he's not som much in to it for the financial gain as the fun.

We have a pretty good time all up (when he isn't yelling at everyone!)
2 July 2008 at 11:10
Kris McCracken said…
Dr Hallam, oh it is very very tiring. I do get the impression that Henry is perhaps abnormally active, so maybe you'll luck out a bit. We do get the benefit that he's in bet at 8 pm, and he will sleep through until 7 am each and every night. That does not appear true of most of them, it seems.
2 July 2008 at 11:21
The D in D & T said…
meg and mog! now that's seriously good reading :)
2 July 2008 at 23:41
Dina said…
Kris, here is the perfect quotation for this post! It is from the Talmud and in Aramaic:
איסטרא בלגניא קיש קיש קריא

Is'tra bala'gina kish kish kareya.
"A [small] coin in a [empty] clay vessel makes a lot of noise."
Means people with little substance talk a lot trying to make themselves sound important.
Meaning: People with little substance talk a lot.

Well, of course I don't accuse you of the meaning of it, but the kish-kish sounds like what Henry likes.
4 July 2008 at 20:45
Kris McCracken said…
The D in D & T, I am revisiting the entire back catalogue of Meg and Mog of late. Thankfully, the library has multiple copies of them all. I am keeping an eye out for Grug as well!

Dina, “kish-kish” about sums it up! I love onomatopoeic words, we need more of them!

Thanks for the quote!
24 August 2008 at 16:16
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