Does anyone remember Sicky the Sushi? Well, Evan has decided this is a super name for all kinds of objects.
Morning. In front of my parent’s house.
Me: Come on, Evan. We have to go back in the house. Papi put on cartoons for you.
Evan: But, Mommy, I have to say hi to Sicky!
Me: Who’s Sicky?
Evan: That pineapple tree! His name is Sicky!
Me: That’s a palm tree. (A two story tall palm tree) But it does look like a pineapple.
Evan: Mommy, can you carry me over to say hi to Sicky?
Well, at least, he, unlike Sean, knows that it hurts to walk barefoot on the rocks.
Me: Ok. (I picked up Evan and walked him over to the palm tree.) Hi, Sicky. Pat him, Evan.
Evan: (patting the palm tree) Hi, Sicky! We have to go now!
Later, at someone else’s backyard. In the corner of the yard, there was a short squat palm tree.
Evan: Look! It’s Sicky! Hi, Sicky! Look, Mommy! Sicky has lots of hands! (Yes, the palms do look like hands.) Sicky has lots of feet too! (I have no idea what that means.)
Me: Come on, Evan. Daddy’s waiting for us to leave. Say bye to Sicky.
Evan: Bye, Sicky! We’ll see you later!
Later. Back at my parent’s house. We’re pulling into the driveway.
Evan: Look, Mommy! It’s my friend, Sicky! (Before I could wave to the palm tree) My friendly cactus Sicky! He’s a good, friendly cactus! (I don’t know about that.) He’s a tall cactus! (I saw about nine feet tall.) But he can’t wave back! He doesn’t have any arms! Poor Sicky! But I love him any way!
Just don’t hug him, kid.