The Adventures. . . NooNoo Meets Unkee Kee

Unkee Kee is long, slim and somewhat woolly of face at the moment, with a scruffy beard and light brown curly hair. Out of this forest of variegated DNA shine two eyes of piercing blue curiosity. He sits on the couch opposite NooNoo, who is propped up facing him against a small pillow as they stare each other down, each one trying to make head or tail of the other.

NooNoo’s eyes also are blue, but of a softer, deeper, less startling shade; she is not at all woolly and tall, but creamy and pink and smooth, and what’s more she is quite tiny, being just a tad over two months. In fact, Unkee Kee could stow her in a back pack with minimum fuss, but Unkee Kee prefers to travel even lighter than that.

After a few days of much staring, a significant amount of jiggling and occasionally plopping her head down so that it may sit restfully on a tall shoulder, NooNoo flies back to the west coast thinking she’s done with Unkee Kee for a while. But guess what? Suddenly Kee shows up in California! What’s more, while staying at her very own house, one day he takes his big, grown person’s foot and begins nudging NooNoo’s diminutive little person’s foot steadily back and forth- she in her rocker way down on the floor, he sitting way up high on a chair- and on it goes for what seems like an infinity. Back and forth her toes and heels find themselves tumbling ever so slightly, ever so lightly. Again, the two face each other in wonderment, niece and unkee, each not quite sure what to expect. However NooNoo has decided to meet the challenge of the new adventure head on, or toe to toe as it were.

As is their practice, NooNoo and Unkee Kee thus continue to stare each other down while engaging in a strange but rather compelling tug of footsie war. Is this what the adults call fun? It’s obvious I will have to humor them, continue to maintain my cute-as-a-button look and pretend to enjoy this silly activity, she thinks. She tries to pull herself up, unsuccessfully of course, but musters a kind of mesmerized expression and manages to puff out her irresistible cheeks even a tad more. Mom and dad glance over expectantly, smilingly, glowingly as they prepare breakfast.  Oh what the heck, she thinks- admittedly not the most intriguing game I’ve played in this world yet but I’ll give it a whirl, do my totally irresistible thing and show ‘em once again how unbelievably adorable I am, as if they ever needed reminding. . . .