I already have a ‘dragon baby’.
Monkey Boy was born in the Lunar Year of the Dragon – the Golden Dragon, to be exact – a fact regularly handed on to us when we frequented the local Vietnamese restaurants during the later stages of my up the duffedness at the time.
Extremely excited, they were, when I had a boy, a golden dragon boy, and told us he would bring luck, that we were very lucky.
Some months later, a restaurant owner of one of our fave places asked if I had seen the ‘dragon temper’.
No, no I hadn’t.
It took about a week before it came to the fore.
Firey. Intense. Without warning.
Yep, I picked it as soon as I saw it. Dragon temper, indeed.
I got used to it, and my offspring, and my subsequent offspring and life goes on.
For a month now, however, we’ve had another dragon in the house.
Chippie, after a year of being a zombie and a robot (sometimes at the same time) watched a DVD version of How to train your dragon and, within moments, he became one.
I experienced a fair amount of the holidays with him following my around stating “Your dragon needs to be fed some little fish” and “your dragon wants to go to sleep now” and “your dragon wants to love you, you have to show your dragon how to love you” and lots and lots and lots of “mum, mum, mum, mum, your dragon, mum, your dragon, your dragon, your dragon your dragon yourdragonyourdragonyourdragon …”
Oh, how I wish you could experience it first hand!
We’ve since watched the movie something like 946 million times and he located a Dorothy the Dinosaur tale we acquired along the line somewhere a few years back.
He has not taken it off, except to bathe, in literally weeks.
He has been to the aquarium, Australia day BBQs, shopping, to the playground with it on.
He has been in the car with it and he has slept with it on, all the time informing me “your dragon likes to eat little earwigs”.
“Your dragon wants earwigs on his breakfast.”
“Your dragon vomits invisible hot dogs out its bum.”
My dragon decided one night it couldn’t sleep in its bed and spent the next three nights, sleeping on the floor, between the end of a couch and the wall, just out side the kitchen.
They were the best sleeps I think he has ever had in his life!
We found a ‘cave’ for him; a Cars themed bed-tent we’d won at some event a few years back. He filled it with blankets and his toys. He is back in his own bed, albeit sleeping in a ‘cave’.
My little dragon starts school on Friday.
At this point, I’m unsure as to whether it will be Dumpling the Dragon, or Chippie the child who will be attending.
I can’t say I’m particularly looking forward to that conversation.