I bet none of you headed to the mall today for the same solitary reason that Judah and I did: to ride every elevator available to the patrons of Woodland Hills Mall.
Macy's elevator. Dillard's elevator. Sears' elevator. JC Penney's elevator: let me tell you, elevators are not all the same. Even Judah declared that the Penney's elevator stunk. There was also a standout winner: the one in the middle of the mall that has glass windows, appropriately bequeathed the title of
THE Woodland Hills mall elevator.
are you tired of this elevator list? not as tired as i am of elevators.
judah is obsessed. while we walked from each elevator to the next, we had to talk about what was to come. where was this macy's elevator? had i ever ridden the penney's elevator? wasn't the sears' elevator ride fun?
when we are home, judah plays elevator in the closets. he's improvised a game that can be played with out resources: my legs become the elevator walls. His latest Doodle Pad drawing? He hands the Pad over to me and tells me to draw an elevator. then to add a baby in it. then to get the baby out of the elevator, so it could push the buttons. then he was mad because my particular baby, the one I drew, wasn't nearly tall enough to push the buttons.
and when we're going over the alphabet's sounds, we have to rush to e. "E" "eh, eh,eh...ELevator!"
seriously, i have had enough.