Desperate to fill the days to the brim - or as Kipling said, make each minute 60 seconds worth of distance run. (or something along those lines), one such activity has been Roo's entrance into the entertainment industry.
The anonymity of Sydney, led me to sign him up. Sign him up to a [child exploitation?] modelling agency. He said he was keen, but lets not fool ourselves, how on EARTH would he know WHAT to be keen for, and for that matter, I also had NO IDEA what to expect. Nevertheless, here we were, after school one day, off to a casting for a TV commercial.
I was more nervous than Roo. We walked into an office, which was empty except for a couple of partitions, and a table or two. As we were virgins, we were led to fill out a form, of which most was left blank, as I had no info. with me (measurements etc). Roo was then asked to stand against a wall, facing a Korean dude.
'Hello Roo*, Carouac?'
Roo* looks shyly at me
'Carouac?'
*bows head and looks extra shyly at me
I say, I think he wants to know if you can act. 'can you act?'
*'no'.
'Cayoucry?'
*looks shyly at me.
'Can you cry?'
*'no'. said through tear welling eyes.
The End. And off we go.
Hmmm, we chalked that up to experience and walked out the door, vowing not to subject Roo to that again.
Problem was: he got the job.
So like all good parents, I bribed the living daylights out of him to 'perform'.
I did everything BUT stand in the wings with overexaggerated facial expressions and spirit fingers. Thankfully, his 'dad' spoke kindly to him throughout the filming, and Roo did well, and enjoyed it. He was very proud of himself. He deserved his bribe of Lego Creations.
And all this attention and accolade for Roo, might just be the cause of Cookie's latest 'performance'. One evening, whilst we sat finishing dinner in the dining room, our beautiful daughter, busied herself in the kitchen. Those that know Cooks, know that when she is is quiet for more than 2 minutes, one MUST investigate, and so Xave, with apprehensive feet, went to check. Ten seconds later, he returned with what looked like a guinea pig in his hands.
A cute, cuddly guinea pig.
A cute, cuddly guinea pig made entirely from Cookie's hair. Pretty much all of it.
She had done a number on herself. Most was short, except for a few long bits at the back. She'd cut down to the scalp in a few spots, fringe and back, and for the life of us, we have no idea how she didn't make herself bleed. What a clever? girl.
I've tidied it up, and think she looks adorable, if not a bit peculiar.
... this is how our lives are progressing.
Always with some sort of drama. Keeps us honest.
