It was with great relief today that I returned Compassionate the Pig to preschool. He can go torture another family for a week now.
Not that I was very tortured. Chase's initial excitement about having CTP at our house lasted less than 24 hours. We brought CTP home on a Monday, and by Tuesday night he was lying, sad and discarded, in the front entryway. I *compassionately* moved him to a chair in the living room to keep the dog from sampling him, and he was ultimately shoved aside and came to rest wedged between the chair and one of the end tables. He pretty much stayed there until we retrieved him to go back to school.
We hadn't written anything in CTP's journal since the first night he came home, so I sat in the preschool parking lot before picking up Chase, scribbling a bunch of journal entries about CTP's wonderful adventures at our house. I hope they don't ask Chase about these tomorrow at preschool, because he has no idea what I wrote. Maybe I can prep him on the way to school tomorrow.
Having CTP at our house has reminded me how undigitalized our family is compared to the large majority of the American population. We have no working digital camera in our house, and no cell phones at all, much less a picture-taking cell phone. In a half-hearted attempt to get some kind of visual record of CTP's visit (and to keep up with all the Joneses at preschool who taped multiple pictures of their little darlings into the journal), I gave Maren a disposable camera on Monday to take some pictures of CTP doing "stuff" around the house. I don't know all the pictures Maren and Chase took, but at least one of them has CTP posed like a ninja. It was a wasted effort, though, because I was too lazy to get the film over to Target to be developed before it was time to bring CTP back. There are still a few pictures left on the camera, and then if we want to retrieve any of them, we'll have to get all those CTP pictures developed as well. Guess I'll just chalk this one up to the price of... what? Laziness? Backwardness? Being stuck in the 20th century?
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Meh, the digital age isn't all it's cracked up to be. It just delivers all the same crap in a much faster, clearer manner, that's all. Enhanced crap.
Enhanced crap it may be, but cheaper, too, after the cost of teh camera. Just click through all the photos on your computer and print only the ones that are flattering. No paying for the ones of ninja pigs holding a sword.
There was an article I read just recently about how more parents are asking for their children's school pictures to be airbrushed to get rid of all the unsightly flaws. That's what the digital age has brought us to: altering reality. It's kind of like the Creative Memories scrapbooking craze - dressing up certain memories with a lot of extra crap to make them much more special than they really were.
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