Showing posts with label Hallmark. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hallmark. Show all posts

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Love is...

Love is a many splendoured cliche.

It is roses, moonlit walks, the smell of a newborn baby.
It is a home-made Mothers' Day card.
It is kisses at daybreak, a cool hand on a warm neck, an awkward teenage embrace.

But love in our house will never be found on a Hallmark card.

In our home, love is... animated cat called Pilchard.

This is a regular conversation between Finian and myself;
"I love you, Finian.  Who do I love?"
"Mammy loves Pilchard"

Perplexed silence 
(From me.  Finian is very definite in his answer.)
Followed by, as an after-thought, "...and Mammy loves Finian.  And Daddy and Jimmy and Ellen."

Pilchard is a computer generated cat who plays a minor role in Bob the Builder. 
I harbour no strong emotion towards the 2D moggy other than thinking it must be quite nice to have a cat you don't have to feed or worm.

OK.  Let's try again.

"Who does Mammy love?"
He sighs and makes full eye contact with me as he repeats,
"Mammy loves Pilchard"
Like, d'uh.
I can feel him mentally rolling his eyes at my shortcomings in the brain department.

Initially I was a little put out that my son thinks he is placed second in my affections to the pet of an obsessive, emotionally stunted control freak (Bob has issues), but on reflection, Pilchard is a harmless, benign sort of character.
It's not like he thinks I bear more love for Hitler, or Brian Cowen.
And it's great that he's expressing anything in relation to love at all, so I'll take that and be happy.

"I need therapy"

So next Valentine's Day, keep an eye out for a new card design.
It'll stand out from the crowds of red hearts and blooming roses.
It's blue.
It's a cat.
And it's where love's at.