Minime’s birthdays have been very simple affairs for the last couple of years. She has always disliked having the attention of the room and birthday gatherings turned into high-pressure events so we’re very very quiet about it. Januaries are thus a bit easier since I don’t have to plan a party. However, the gift importance is inversely proportionate to the party demotion. Toys for teens are a bigger deal. It’s not about the money. It’s truly about the thought for our thoughtful Minime.
Thus I give you the latest in the line of Laine’s Bizarre Handmade Creations, the Tardis.
The Tardis is a portable canvas closet that dressed up using my inkjet printer, sewing machine and iron. It’s definitely a one-of-a-kind. Minime already has a whole set of Dr. Who paraphernalia that was showered on her by generous relatives for Christmas but she didn’t have a Tardis. No problem. Minime, bless her heart, was raised to believe that, what cannot be found in stores can be created in my craft room or Mike’s workshop. So her eyes are much more imaginative than the average teenager. This was my mantra in the middle of the night before her birthday.
On her birthday after dinner Minimike raced upstairs to get the Dr. Who theme song playing while I parked the Tardis at the top of the landing. When Minime turned the corner and she looked at the top of the stairs and stopped, mouth open.
“What?” (Not the David Tennant “What?” but a regular stunned “What?”)
Then, “Oh, my G…” (Which we do not say in this house. Other words may fly about more or less freely but that phrase is a big ol’ no-no.)
Then she dropped to the floor and backed into the corner and covered her face with her hands.
I looked at Mike. “Is she crying?”
Then Minime’s small voice came out from behind her hands. “Is he here?”
My turn. “What?”
Then she shook off her befuddlement and ran upstairs to check it out and send a picture of it to her friends. It really was the funniest reaction ever. I was keeping my expectations low, in case she thought it was stupid. To see her collapse in the corner was just too much so I started jumping up and down, clapping. All of the fuss reminded me of “Kristen Bell’s Sloth Meltdown,” which, if you haven’t seen it, is pretty seriously funny. And I’m not just saying that because I love Veronica Mars almost as much as I love Buffy.
Here we go. Prepare yourself. I’m praying that posting this video doesn’t attract those nasty searchbots but I’ll take the risk because this joy must be shared.