with bells on
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
The other morning Rebecca's bedroom was Scotland. She emerged from Scotland to go to the toilet and then announced, as she stomped purposefully from the bathroom, that she was going back. To Scotland, she added firmly, lest there should be any doubt. We're not sure why, but Jack thinks that the Scottish country dancers* she saw at Te Papa the other day may have made a deeper impression than we realised. And this is why I find it hard to join in with the disparagement our national museum, by right-thinking people who condemn its dumbing down and shinying up of New Zealand's culture. In fact, I love Te Papa, precisely because for our almost-four-year-old, it's the happiest place on Earth, the place she begs to be taken to every Saturday, the place she chooses with barely a pause even over her favourite Park House (the indoor playground in Tawa). Which I'm sure the right-thinkers would say proves their point.
*Enacting, through dance, the story of Pelorus Jack, the dolphin. I guess you had to be there.
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