Over dinner, when Kit is not yet home from the hospital, Claire and I often find ourselves playing different fictional characters that we just make up as we eat. Molly does not really join in, but she does seem to enjoy the amateur performance.
Our favorite characters recently are a father (me) with a heavy Russian accent. I am simply known as “Papa”. I speak of my time back in fatherland Russia, where “if you want to eat, you do not go to grocery store. No. You chase down dinner and eat it. Or maybe if you’re not so fast, it eat you.” I have no idea where this comes from.
I tend to carry on about dinner. “I work and work and make good dinner, and you turn up nose!”
Claire is Minka. Minka is my daughter, but she is not Russian. By her accent, she seems to be from South America or maybe Southern Asia. She grew up in America and is spoiled by things like grocery stores and chicken nuggets. Something is not quite right with Minka, who is afraid of televisions, iPads, or really anything electronic. And she gets confused by forks and spoons.
Minka loves her dog, Cubbie (Muffin). I adopted Cubbie back in the fatherland, where she helped me survive on the tundra by hunting down dinner with me every night. Cubbie joined me on my trek to America and is always kind and patient with Minka.
Molly is Minka’s little sister. We tried to include Molly in this story, but she does not want to join in. We tried to name her Pepe, but she insisted that she is Molly. Molly is “normal American kid who loves chicken nuggets and television”.
We’re not sure what happened to Minka’s mom. She may be back in Russia fighting her way through the frozen tundra. Or maybe she’s stuck at the hospital. We’re not sure which is worse.