Today I was at The Second Job, the one which takes 2.375 days out of my meagre weekly allowance of ONLY SEVEN (multiple exclamation points), and on the good side, provides ample opportunities for people watching. And even better, baby watching. So here I was this morning, happily chatting away with a colleague about how that gorgeous Missoni fragrance is sneakily growing on me, when suddenly we heard this rhythmic chant wafting in from outside the door.
It went “I. Am. A. Ro. Bot. … I. Am. A. Ro. Bot. … I. Am. A. Ro. Bot.” … and on and on and on. A good 30 seconds later, the source was revealed when in marched this wee boy at a ripe old age of FOUR. He was wearing a very neat pair of jeans, a stripy T-shirt, and a pair of glasses. (Which were most likely short-sighted ones, by the look of them.) His legs were dead straight, sticking out ahead, marching along. His forearms were waving up and down from the elbows in a jerky fashion that’s, obviously, only belongs to robots. Duh! And his face was motionless, looking straight ahead, with only the lips moving roboticly to sound off the above alarm, and warn people of the looming arrival of a Deadly Menacing Machine. BE SCARED and RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, PEOPLE!
And for the next 5 minutes, an extremely entertaining 5 minutes during which I thought I could just die from all the cuteness, this tiny human being kept on “I. Am. A. Ro. Bot.”-ing in the most serious and… robotic monotonous voice, leading his “entourage” consisting of his sister, who was about 7, his Mum, and his grandma all the way to the escalator and up to the 2nd floor. To the TOYS department, no doubt. Even then, we still could make out the faint “I. Am. A. Ro. Bot.” echoing downstairs.
I wish I’d had a camera there to film the whole episode. Because it’d probably help me track down the little bubba and KIDNAP HIM, and put him in a glass display cabinet where he can does his “I. Am. A. Ro. Bot.” bizzo all day long! And I’ll let him make friends with my baby cousin TinTin who is undoubtedly The Cutest Kid In The World. Then he could teach TinTin his robot moves, and TinTin could show him how to say “Hello di` Tra`!” in that small shy voice which never fails to reduce me to a babbling cooing mess on the floor!
And I’m sure if you’d seen that clip, you’d have melted right there and then, and smiled for the whole day like I have, and wanted to bag that teeny tiny robot too! 🙂
~Why does food suddenly taste a thousand and one times better in the bloody middle of the night? WHY?~
(Except only for toasted roti bread of course, which already tastes sooooo heavenly it simply cannot taste any better!)