Once upon a time in Da-Da land...

It had been two hours since i was on the bus heading to my hometown.  After trying so hard not to make eye contact with people so that they wouldn’t sit next to me, there goes  a couple of young parents that decide to take some time off and instead of dealing with their creature, they just sit her with me. Great, of course I will babysit your kid! I do love kids but when I’m traveling I just want my headphones and my ipod fully charged. Anyhow…I did end up taking care of the little monster, ended up feeding her (candies so that parents would suffer with her being hyper after) and also ended up cleaning after her mess.

The little girl (about  five-six years old) happened to be a big “but why?” kind. So of course “rolling into a ball” position and nap was out of the question, so was the rain drops race on the window and also enjoying my playlist since the kid was on my phone trying to touch it. I had to come up with a way to entertain myself for the rest of my trip. I figured that a tale would keep the child quiet and eventually I would go back to enjoying my music…

I started telling the kid about this beautiful tale of a foreign land and people. Here it is how it went:

-Once upon a time, on a beautiful spring day, from a very far away land called…the “Da-DA-land’ were sent these chickens carrying this very important message to the chosen people of our land (I explained how in  Da-DA land there are lots of chickens so they started using them for multiple purposes, since owls and pigeons had become a mainstream. I did add how they actually had to cross many roads since they can’t fly…but ended up laughing at it myself and ignoring the fact that a kid would never get that). Anyways, these chickens were carrying acceptance letters from the Da-Da land community, for special people of other lands. Somehow this community saw a big potential in us… so they allowed us to go there and live the Dadaian life. Unlike every place else people In Da-Da did not consume regular water, their water was so smelly and strong that they had to have slices of fruit or fruit juice after little sips of their water. Their “water” came in different smells…or in beautiful red shades. In Da-da land people could only open doors with ugly pictures of themselves.They also slept during the day because the light hurt their brains...

 I kept telling her how The Da-da people gather around a big wall and stare at it for hours, while whomever achieved something or had a good meal goes and sticks a picture of it on the wall… The rest just climbed the wall and threw all kinds of hooks (most of the time nets!)  in order to catch whatever they could.” She started asking why do these people go to Da-da … I explained that there is the mission-we-don’t-talk-about , but about which we whine a big load when time is due… I got her confused enough to continue my story…

It was a 6 year old girl at most, so I was expecting such a question and there she went: “Is there a princess in Da-Da land?” I told her that of course there was , her name was B-Bee and she was gorgeous!” That was the least of the answer she was expecting. She asked about a prince too so I had to tell her that everybody calls herself prince and princess in Da-Da and nobody lives happily ever after... Of course that wasn’t enough , she asked specifically who was B-Bee’s prince and  if there was an evil queen there. Here is where I threatened her that I was going to take my cookies back if she didn’t stop asking questions and also added that the evil queen was called Khassa… I told her how Khassa punishes the dadanias by making them go once a year in another land called Dolla-dolla land. I told her how everybody changes so much in Dolla-Dolla, how their arms turn into multi-functional iron tools and their legs turn into wings. The good thing is that everybody succeeding (meaning with enough sanity left) gets to come back and enjoy Da-da’s magical waters and not work on the mission-we-don’t-talk-about for another year…

I was getting so creative and had my imagination all build up… when …well… she had to throw up. Fortunately close to her parents! So, my story was ruined…and my evil plan of getting the kid hyper enough for her to become a  pain to her inconsiderate parents, failed as well.
At least I got her confused enough and made her ask for magic water 12 years in advance... :D 

mwahahaha