When Shlomo was a baby we would use a bulb to suck gunk out of his nose. He hated it, of course. We would also pick his nose; he hated that, too.
Since pulling snot out of a nose is also called ‘digging for gold’, we started saying that we have to pull gold out of his nose. Then it became pulling gold out of his nose because we needed to donate it. To whom would we donate it? To the hungry children in Africa, so that they could buy food.
When he cried, we would say, “The hungry children in Africa need your donation.”
Then, a few months ago, Shlomo’s car (a Cozy Coupe) broke a rule (or perhaps Shlomo broke a rule while/by using the car), and Yitzchak took the car to China. A few days later, I asked Shlomo if he wanted car to go back in China, or if he was going to listen.
Yitzchak got mad, “Don’t say things you can’t do.”
I said, “You did the same thing a few days ago. It’s going to go to the same China you put it into.”
Yesterday, car needed to go to China. But as Yitzchak pointed out, China is now filled with poopy clothes (one item is a pair of Shlomo’s poopy underwear; the rest is the baby’s (I’ll find her a name to use on the blog soon)). So, car went in China Room, and is now blocking the door and access to the washer.
China, which was originally on top of our washing machine (we have a front loader, like most Israelis), has now expanded to include the tops of the fridge and bookshelves.
A toy that breaks the rules goes to China. Shlomo, therefore, does not want things to go to China. People, however, cannot go to China. I guess it’s just too expensive a plane ticket . . .