Brad has taken the girls to buy birthday cards (Elizabeth shared that's where they were going) and before they left he gave me specific orders of all I was to have done by the time he gets home. But, if I don't blog this I'll forget...
Some of you have heard the story and if you have, I apologize - but remember, this is the substitute for the Baby Books so I have to put it here, too. It's the story of Cinderella's head.
My aunt (known as Bippie) got the girls these teeny little Disney Princess figurines at Gator Golf - specifically Ariel and Cinderella. I could just see Annie snapping one of them in half and choking so I've kept them put up. The big girls get to play with them only when Annie is asleep. Last Friday Annie was napping so Nin was playing with Cinderella. I was doing various and assorted housework while she did this. She started crying and came over to my desk, "Mommy! Cinderedda's head!!" then she hands me a headless Cinderella.
"Uh-oh! You broke off Cinderella's head. Bring it to me and I'll glue it back on." Wailing continues. Woe is Cinderedda's head. I get up and look around the family room floor to see if I can find it. I can't. "Katherine, do you know where Cinderella's head is?"
She nods, and continues wailing.
"Where is it, baby?"
Wailing stops. "Um, it might be in my tummy." She looks down the neck of her shirt. "Get it out!"
I'm trying to stifle the laughter. 'Um, it might be in my tummy'?! "Um...," as if she had to think about it? "...it might be..." It might be? as if she's not sure. "...in my tummy" and I was worried about ANNIE eating the things. "Um, it might be in my tummy." Good grief. I told her, "Well, it'll come out eventually." It was so small I wasn't worried about her passing it.
I'm one of those moms who suffers through changing dirty diapers and wiping poopy butts - hated changing other kids' dirty diapers, hate changing my own kids' (doesn't bother me as much as other kids, but still bothers me). I'll be damned if I'm going to comb through her poop to see if Cinderella's head is in there.
3 comments:
LOL, Gina that is so funny! Hope, if you can believe this, broke the foot off of a silver sugar bowl, and swallowed it. I didn't see it for days so we went to the dr. to see if it had passed and I missed it. No, ther it was on the x-ray. A few days later at Mom's it passed. Mom couldn't believe I wasn't going to "dig" it out so we could get the sugar bowl repaired. A friend now has the silver set, no foot on the sugar bowl...I'm not sure how she works that out :) Anyway, great story and I'm with you Cinderella would remain headless.
LOL She thinks! it's in her tummy? So cute
In a word.....ewwwwwww!
I'd go buy a fresh Cinderella.....
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