Vector

Susie wants you to meet someone.

Some people may call him a bit of a blockhead, but she loves him all the same. 

Everyone, meet Vector.

Susie created Vector at our playground this morning (for an explanation of his name, you’ll have to watch her current favorite move, “Despicable Me”). 

His hands and feet and head are forever falling off.  She sobs every time, as if she feels his pain, and then she tearfully begs me to “Fic my Vecow!” (Fix my Vector).  And so I dutifully reposition his pipe cleaner appendages and glue on his extremities. 

I tried several times to hide Vector today, hoping Susie would forget about her rectangular buddy.  But every time she noticed his absence, she’d go on a “Vector Hunt,” and I’d cave and hand over the missing friend to an incredibly grateful Susie.  

I’m thinking my insides must be made of the same spongy material as Vector’s, because Susie’s proving me to be a softie!