Friday, August 22, 2008
When Andrew and I watch Winnie the Pooh I like to think about the characters and who they remind me of. And, I'm sad to say, that Rabbit reminds me of me. I'm not proud of this. I would rather be like Christopher Robin. I mean, that kid is really nice. Or Kanga. What a good mom. But, deep down I know. I'm Rabbit.
When Tigger messes up Rabbit's well laid out, well labeled, well cared for garden, Rabbit (rightly so!) gets really upset. He gets so upset that he wants to take the bounce out of Tigger. I can see myself taking that kind of drastic action.
When Pooh's rear end gets stuck in Rabbit's house because Pooh ate too much honey, Rabbit is annoyed, but makes the most of the situation. He decorates around Pooh's tush to make it look like part of the decor. Again, that is exactly what I would do.
The thing is...Rabbit is hard to like. No one dresses up as Rabbit on Halloween. No one has Rabbit sheets on their beds. So, it is with resigned acceptance that I admit my identification with Rabbit.
Andrew however is Tigger through and through. I'm guessing most 3 year old boys are. And I have to admit, I have my days when I want to take the bounce out of Andrew. But, as with Tigger, it just can't be done. And honestly, Rabbit has a lot to learn from Tigger. And Tigger from Rabbit for that matter. Really, they make a good pair.
Which of the characters do you identify with?
And I think this picture of Andrew should go in a folder called "The Funniest Rice Family Pictures".