My three darling daughters had three disparate reactions to my leaving town last week for a training.
Leah: Piled half the contents of my closet into my open suitcase, stuffed impractical shoes in the outside zipper pockets, and said, "Good luck on your trip, Mommy."
Lauren: Cried into her pillow. That's my girl.
Maddie: Took her kids' Bible (a 'graduation' gift from her preschool) up to the top bunk and used it to practice taking the Oath of Office.
I guess Lauren gets everything. (That may not be saying much.)
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Quality Parenting Moment #12541: The Tooth Fairy Tap Dance
What every parent wants to wake up to: Big, watery blue eyes, trembling lip, and the words, "Mommy, the tooth fairy didn't come."
Oh, crap.
The tooth fairies were busy watching Texas pull one out over Ohio State, and in the relief that followed, gap-toothed five-year-olds were forgotten. Until one showed up in the morning with her tooth in her palm.
Two very repentant tooth fairies added some extra scrambling to their morning routine. First order of business: Calling the tooth fairy hotline to report a malfunctioning pillowcase (a maneuver that would have felt more authentic had we remembered to turn the volume down on the phone before it played the " ... if you'd like to make a call" message). Perturbed five-year-olds bought it anyway. During breakfast and school preparation, an apologetic note and a couple of singles had to be smuggled upstairs for Maddie to find. We cracked a window, asked each other if we'd heard a sound, and lo and behold, the tooth fairies were able to save face. As did the Longhorns at the last minute last night.
The tooth Maddie lost last night actually was her second. The first one was quite literally lost -- she looked up from her Burger King kids' meal and I realized the tooth that had been hanging by a thread was gone. I wonder which went more easily through her digestive tract, her bottom front tooth or the chicken and french fries? I may not want to know the answer to that.
Oh, crap.
The tooth fairies were busy watching Texas pull one out over Ohio State, and in the relief that followed, gap-toothed five-year-olds were forgotten. Until one showed up in the morning with her tooth in her palm.
Two very repentant tooth fairies added some extra scrambling to their morning routine. First order of business: Calling the tooth fairy hotline to report a malfunctioning pillowcase (a maneuver that would have felt more authentic had we remembered to turn the volume down on the phone before it played the " ... if you'd like to make a call" message). Perturbed five-year-olds bought it anyway. During breakfast and school preparation, an apologetic note and a couple of singles had to be smuggled upstairs for Maddie to find. We cracked a window, asked each other if we'd heard a sound, and lo and behold, the tooth fairies were able to save face. As did the Longhorns at the last minute last night.
The tooth Maddie lost last night actually was her second. The first one was quite literally lost -- she looked up from her Burger King kids' meal and I realized the tooth that had been hanging by a thread was gone. I wonder which went more easily through her digestive tract, her bottom front tooth or the chicken and french fries? I may not want to know the answer to that.
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