Maybe it was the random remark I made to my husband about having sore muscles and stiff joints that had me walking like a robot. Maybe it was the “Max and Ruby” DVD we borrowed from the library in which Max tries to irritate Ruby with his toy robot.
While the robot remarks were long forgotten as far as I was concerned, they were top of mind for Girl from the East. As I navigated my red cart through Target for the third time in a week (What? How did YOU spend your spring break?) Girl from the East ran ahead of me, stopped in the middle of the aisle, turned around and shouted across the store:
“Let’s get moving, Robot Mommy.”
I froze. Several amused shoppers turned to look around. Being the Caucasian mother of a Chinese daughter, I’m accustomed to strangers looking past me for the Chinese mother. This time, perhaps they were looking for an animatronic Chinese woman?
Should I be mad at my girl for calling me a robot in the middle of Target? Should I reprimand her for running away and shouting in a store? I don’t know. Instead, I burst out laughing. She called me a robot in Target!
“Roooboooot Mommyyyyyyy,” she sang again, standing arms akimbo. “Come oo-ooon.”
“ROBOT.MOTHER.REPORTING.FOR.DUTY,” I replied in my best monotone drone after I caught up with her. This was equally for my daughter’s benefit as well as the onlookers.
On the drive home, Girl from the East revisited the issue.
“Robot Mommy, please put on my CD.”
I replied in monotone: “I.AM.NOT.A.ROBOT.”
Picking up on the game, she followed: “Are you sure?”
I hit it back into her court: “YES.I.AM.SURE.”
This went on for a few minutes as I explained that robots do not know how to drive cars. Yes, they do, she insisted. Robots do not drink coffee. It will rust their parts, I offered.
“Yes, they dooooo. No, it woooon’t” she sang.
Robots do not have children, I offered as a final answer.
That stopped her for a moment. As she considered whether baby robots existed, the conversation stirred within me a deeply repressed memory, one which made me want to individually bitch slap the network “talent” responsible for this show. Do you remember? Maybe robots DO have children.
AHHHHH!!! VICKI!!! And she (as a robot) was still more charming that the chipmunk faced little boy!
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WOW! I completely forgot about that show. I used to watch it.
Sometimes I think I could really use a robot “me” to help me get things done! (((HUGS)))
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I think it’s awesome: Robot Mommy. I would be honored. On another note, I was just writing about max and ruby. So funny. How do I work out that arrangement around here–free childcare from older sister.
I remember that show, ugh! My kids have called me worse things in Target.
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Hee! I like Robot Mommy.
I do not, however, like “Small Wonder.” I never even watched it, but I remember that creepy child robot. I hope more kids today are like Girl from the East and use their own imaginations rather than watch this kind of crap.
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Oh no you did NOT just put a video clip of Small Wonder on your blog! Hands down, my favorite T.V. show in 1987.
I used to tell my mom that I wanted to be a robot when I grew up, and I’d frequently check my brother’s back to see if that’s where he hid all his robotic parts, because I was sure he was not human.
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Totally loved this show, like oh my gah, fer sure fer sure. It was so 80’s and fabulous.
And my kid called me Mommy Dragon the other day. Lovely.
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I do remember that show. My kids like to lead the way in Target too so I know where you’re coming from. I love the way you handled it. Sounds like something I would do.
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