All she wants for Christmas, Part II

My youngest daughter, age three, has finally glommed on to the idea of making a Christmas list. She heard her sister’s list, and presented us with the following demands:

- One parrot calendar
- One candy cane
- Three hard plastic hyenas.

Hyenas. Three of them. I’m not even sure she knows what plastic means, but they’d better be hard.

I mean, who even likes hyenas? Nobody likes hyenas. Not Simba, and not me.

I actually saw a few hyenas on my honeymoon in Africa. First a family of them, which was cute enough (my photo below), but then an adult ripping flesh from a water-logged wildebeest carcass, which was not. And one loped along behind our safari truck a while, which made me wonder how reliable these vehicles really were.

But, hyenas is what she wants, and hyenas is what she’ll get. My wife, bless her, scoured three different toy stores and came up with the goods. Sales clerks didn’t bat an eyelash.

After all, nothing says Christmas like dirty, leering carrion eaters. Maybe we’ll save her the Christmas turkey bones and entrails, so she can have a whole playset.

Posted by: Paul Gorbould | 12-25-2006 | 01:12 AM
Posted in: Kids