Sara Plays House

Avery has decided that Mike and I need Mr. Potatoheads on each of our nightstands.  Well, Veggieheads really because neither of them are actual “potatoes”.  She designed them herself.  I’ve tried putting them back in her room, but they always magically appear back in their places by the time I make it to bed.  It’s a little … creepy.  Mr. Carrothead is ALWAYS on Mike’s side and Mrs. Cornhead is ALWAYS on my side.  Curiouser and curiouser.  Let’s take a look.

Mr. Carrothead, on Mike’s side

Mrs. Cornhead, on Sara’s side

Interesting, no?  But I have to wonder–what do these Veggie People say about Avery’s perceptions of her parents?  Let’s look closer!

Mr. Carrothead is wearing work boots.  You know, because Mike is ALWAYS doing that manual labor!  Maybe these were the only “manly” shoes Avery had in her Potatohead bucket.  See how his arms look a little … weird?  Ah–he has TWO right hands.  Avery needs a few lessons in proper plastic carrot fabrication.  What about what Mr. Carrothead is holding?  What are those things?

Ah.  A cell phone!  Shocking!  Because Mike is NEVER EVER on his cell phone, checking email and whatnot.  Oh wait, that’s a lie.  Avery knows her father well.  BUT–he wouldn’t be caught dead with an old school cellie like that.  And that’s the truth.

But look what’s in his OTHER hand!  Cold, hard cash, Baby!  Did you know I married Mike so he could be my Sugardaddy?  It’s true.  Wait.  No it’s not.  We were practically children when I picked him out, so that can’t be true.  What’s really funny about this is that my husband is Mr. Frugal.  Squeaks when he walks.  Scrooge.  Definitely not the type to flash some Benjamins around town.  Do the kids still call them Benjamins?  I wouldn’t know–I’m still hopelessly stuck in the Nineties.

So in review, Avery perceives her father to be a hard-working(literally) orange root vegetable that also talks on the phone alot AND flashes money all over town.  There is a little truth in there.  Somewhere.

Aw, Mrs. Cornhead!  Surely Avery knows her own mother!  I mean, look at those gorgeous red lips!  We all know that I wouldn’t be caught dead without lipstick on.  Wait a second.  I think the last time I bought lipstick was before Mandy’s wedding.  In 2006.  But again, that might have been the girliest nose/mouth combo in her bucket.  Yes, let’s go with that.

Look at Mrs. Cornhead’s bling!  Do the kids still say bling?  I wouldn’t know.  The only thing that matters is that I still say it, right?  Don’t answer that.  While I do wear my engagement/wedding ring combo and one other ruby ring, I really don’t wear much jewelry.  But it IS girly, and I AM a girl, I guess.  Is she waving?  I think she is.

Avery DOES know her Mama!  I do love my flip-flops, after all.  Can’t say that I have any in yellow with little flowers on top, but still.  On the topic of clothes/shoes, check out Mrs. Cornhead’s puffy sleeves.  That is SO Sara, right?  OK, so it’s not.  But the child has limited materials here!

So Avery thinks that I am a red-lipstick-wearing, bling-bling-flashing, pageant-queen-waving Corn Cob with flip-flops.

Or maybe she just thinks that I’m corny and Mike needs more beta carotene in his diet, and this whole exercise into Avery’s psyche is moot.