I grew up Catholic and my husband is Jewish. Right before we got pregnant with our older son (OS) we became Unitarian Universalist. As such, we have celebrations for both the Christian and Jewish holidays. Obviously this is a busy week for us! Yesterday we had a Passover Seder at our church. Yes, I know that sounds weird, but again we're Unitarian. However, Passover didn't actually begin until sundown today so the plan was to have our own Seders today and tomorrow.
Last week I took my younger son (YS) for his 9 month checkup. I was a little concerned about the strange child who, on his way out of the office, lingered by us, and then proceeded to throw up into his own personal green garbage can that someone had lined with a biohazard bag. A few minutes later we were called in to to see the doctor and I forgot all about it...until yesterday when YS began to expel bodily fluids from both ends. Fortunately he only had a few episodes like that, none of which extended past 1 am, but he then developed a fever and didn't want to drink anything. The doctor recommended bringing him in to be seen. Unfortunately this meant I also had to bring OS. Also unfortunately, this meant that OS's imaginary chinchilla insisted on coming with us, for reasons that I don't quite understand.
OS's imaginary chinchilla (cleverly disguised to the unaware as his index finger) is no ordinary imaginary chinchilla. He has his own theme song. Just as you always hear the Jaws theme music before you see the shark, whenever the chinchilla appears OS sings "Chinchilla, chinchilla, chinchilla, etc." and bops around to the beat. After repeated promises of good behavior on his part, followed by repeated promises of Blue's Clues on my part, we went into the room to see the nurse practitioner. She examined YS and concluded that he has a mild form of the very contagious Rotavirus that is apparently going around like crazy. As she was telling me what to expect, the chinchilla theme song started. Frantic hand movements were made on my part which were promptly ignored. The chinchilla appeared and began poking YS. Furious looks were then darted to an oblivious OS. The nurse practitioner than began to explain how OS was probably immune to it because it usually affects younger kids. More furious looks and this time under my breath I reminded OS that pets were not allowed inside the doctor's office. OS did not appreciate my witty remark and began to silently move the chinchilla. The nurse practitioner then began explaining how kids are only contagious when they have symptoms. At that point I firmly told OS that if he didn't stop poking his brother that there would be no Blue's Clues. OS immediately behaved (well at least until we got to the parking lot). The nurse practitioner acted like this was an every day occurrence (which other than the part about the chinchilla it probably is), although who knows, maybe there are other kids out there with imaginary chinchillas.
Back to Passover. The result of all of this, was that I just didn't want to cook dinner. I felt disgusting from dealing with bodily fluids (lots of loads of laundry) and I was exhausted. Then I remembered how the Big Giraffe had talked about one of the most common types of Jewish meals: Chinese food! So as you've probably guessed, we postponed the first Seder for health reasons and that's what we had for our Passover meal tonight. Tomorrow night Big Giraffe is going to cook and prepare a real Seder. And no, neither imaginary chinchilla nor real Chinese food will be served.
"Chinchilla, chinchilla, chinchilla..." I can't get that theme song out of my head!
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: The prohibition against having pets in the doctor's office apparently does not apply to imaginary chinchillas.
The imaginary pet disguised as his finger? With its own SONG? You wrote that so well. Giggle.
As a life-long UU, I just LOVE hearing about folks who find out about the demonitation as adults.
I'm sorry but we were all whiped out last year by the rotovirus, every single one of us. I ended up passing out in the hallway trying to get to the bathroom (I remember thinking "oh, I'll just take a nap" and collapsing). You were very smart to hold off on Passover.
We were both raised Catholic as well but have been attending a Prebytarian church lately as there is such great spirit in this church. They as well were having a Seder meal but we were unable to attend, maybe next year.
Sorry to hear you were knee deep in sickness. I so hope it's over for us this year.
I finally got to the Real Mom Meme, thanks for tagging me.
Thank you for this sorely needed laugh. As Bubbe (who I unfortuantely spent a good deal of time with on Monday) would say, your son is a character. Expect she pronounces the ch as ch, not a hard c.
My son's preschool teacher informed me yesterday that she and my son had quite the conversation over snack about my older son's "sister" Jenny. (FYI: Jenny is imaginary and is in kindergarten and lives with us sometimes, but not always - and, oh yes, she has purple hair)
The teacher was quite amused with the fact that Jenny seemed very clumsy (she was always around when something was spilled or broken) and apparently had a poor memory (she was always responsible for losing toys according to my son).
The teacher was almost swayed into thinking that Jenny was in fact real - but I think the purple hair tipped her off :)
Are there any prohibitions that DO apply to imaginary chinchilas? That's very good to know.. in case I wind up with a chinchila or in the drs office :)
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I can't believe OS has an imaginary chinchilla. What a random thing to have.