I’ve always loved miniatures. A screwdriver is just a screwdriver unless it’s a tiny one. Then I must confiscate it. And I would. Mom used to have a little screwdriver, I guess for glasses or just really tiny screws. Whenever I’d see it I’d take it. There’s this motto that everyone in my life should get used to. The motto is, “If it’s a teeny-tiny (fill in the blank) it’s Corina’s,” because it is or it will be as soon as I make it so. I will take it. If the tiny screwdriver was missing, she would look for it in my room and find it. She’d put it away until I’d find it and again remove it to a better place (my room).
Much like the Riddikulus charm defeated the dreaded Boggarts in Harry Potter’s world, miniatures make everything less frightening.
For example, my intense irrational fear number one are bears. I even had a nightmare one night that a bear was coming after my family and me. I woke up in a panic. When I finally did fall back to sleep I had a much better dream involving fighting vampires. Sure, it was intense but not quite as scary.
But even I have to admit, if you look at the origins of a bear. They’re jus’ sho’ coot! Yes, they are. Not scary at all.
Let’s take the top of the carnivore food chain. The lion. Wouldn’t want to come face to face with a lion. Or a tiger. Or any big cat that would look at me and think, “Mmm, lunch.”
But when they are babies, they’re just little playful kittens (if you click on the link and watch it I dare you not to say a little “Aww” when it “roars”).
It’s understandable babies can make anyone’s heart soften (although I have my doubts about a former boss who always said, “All (human) babies look like Winston Churchill”). But I like the babies of inanimate objects (ie the previous mentioned screwdriver). I have a hard time going down the travel aisle at the store because even the toothpaste and mouthwash are jus’ sho’ coot! Grape tomatoes and little potatoes also get the “aww” treatment (right before I eat them).
Last Easter my mom gave me mini-Cadbury Crème Eggs. I just finished the last one while writing this blog. Gross? Maybe. But it still tasted good. And they were still jus’ sho’ coot!
So, here’s my thought. If anything scares you, imagine it in miniature form. If someone is harassing you, imagine him or her as a little Winston Churchill. And if your little screwdriver is missing, sorry. It’s probably in my stockpile of confiscated miniature stuff.