Is my daughter a Mogwai?

A toddler cuddling a Mogwai toy.

Amelie has a new favourite thing. As is usually the case in such situations, it isn’t hers. Well, it wasn’t hers. It is hers now though. Years ago, before children were even on the radar, Kate’s brother gave her a Gizmo toy for Christmas.

On a recent visit to the loft, I found a box of things including said Mogwai. I found the Furby too, but don’t tell the kids that. Down came Gizmo and the rest, as they say, is history.

Amelie absolutely adores Gizmo. She likes cuddling him, putting him in a box and taking him for walks in her pushchair. I’ll admit that this is lovely to watch, but you know there’s a ‘but…’ coming.

I’m starting to think that she doesn’t actually view him as a toy. Instead, I think she recognises him as one of her kind. Allow me to share the compelling evidence…

Anyone who’s seen either of the Gremlins films knows the three rules. One of them relates to feeding. While we don’t give her food after midnight – we’re sometimes flexible with mealtimes, but not that much – there’s a direct correlation between eating and chaos ensuing.

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She can often be seen starting to nod off as the end of the day nears but, once her meal is served that’s that. She transforms from a cute little thing that loves singing to a mischievous, marauding monster. We used to tidy up before she ate, but there’s no point. Everything ends up everywhere.

When we eventually manage to catch her and calm her down, it’s time for the bedtime routine. Because we’re gluttons for punishment, this involves the bath. And as we all know, there’s a good reason why you shouldn’t allow a Mogwai to get wet.

Thankfully, in Amelie’s case, this doesn’t result in tiny clones of her suddenly appearing. It might as well though. She does a runner the moment she leaves the tub and seems to get everywhere.

Then there’s the final rule. That of light and dark. She’s absolutely fine in daylight. Being in her room with the curtains closed, however, sets her off yet again. This, of course, is the reverse of how things pan out in the films. This doesn’t undermine my theory. She is obviously a Mogwai that has evolved.

So there you go. I think it’s pretty obvious what we’re dealing with here. Maybe it’s my fault though. I think I could be part Mogwai too. Much like the Gizmo toy, I am often found rocking from side to side while humming to myself afterwards.

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