You were all thoughtful, generous, creative--and wrong, which I knew at the time, because she says all those words, and they're different than the word "Haley."
Here's what happened the other day: she came downstairs first thing in the morning, and delightedly ran to the group of stuffed folks hanging out on the couch. "Haley!" she pronounced. "All the Haley!" She's made similar statements since then. "Haley upstairs," meaning that she and I need to carry the whole cohort up to her room. "Haley here!" she cried this morning, because the dolls were on the floor rather than on the couch, and she was directing me to move them. Or it.
I believe that Haley isn't the name of an individual doll. Haley is the combined group of her favorite toys. All the Haley. They are one single entity, made up of individual parts. You know, like the Borg*.
The Borg |
The Haley |
Hmmm....I think I might already be assimilated.
*It's worth noting that two different times I've connected my life to the Star Trek universe--in my non-blog writing I'm comparing reproductive decision-making to the Kobayashi Maru, and now my life is connected to the Borg. I'm kind of disappointed that Star Trek rather than Star Wars is the world of representation I'm drawing on--but really, Star Trek has a lot more material.
*It's worth noting that two different times I've connected my life to the Star Trek universe--in my non-blog writing I'm comparing reproductive decision-making to the Kobayashi Maru, and now my life is connected to the Borg. I'm kind of disappointed that Star Trek rather than Star Wars is the world of representation I'm drawing on--but really, Star Trek has a lot more material.
I'm dying here. I think I feel compelled to hope that I, too, might become a Haley.
ReplyDeleteHa! This is awesome - so who is Seven of Nine?
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