Jan. 8, 2008 at 12:46pm
(poor wee one.)
A rough night was had by all when our little dumplin' suffered from a bad dream that featured a horrible witch with long red pointed nails.
I tried to talk her down from her fear by describing the most beautiful gossamer-winged fairy princess, ever, with hair of all sorts of spun metals and a skirt that glittered and glowed with the iridescence of a firefly's wings.
She wasn't having any of that.
Significant one tried to talk her down with a picture of puppy Tank in a Tutu with lipstick.
I giggled, but she was having none of that, either.
I then hit on the ultimate greed-button "Think about the Barbie styling heads that'll come in the mail to you any day now" (ordered via Target online, a 19 dollar purchase not available in stores that suddenly jumped to 29 shipping and tax, arrrr.)
"when?" she sniffled.
"soon," I soothed. "Maybe, Barbie's in Burbank. Or, heads are in Houston. Or, the package is in Pennsylvania." She has no notion of Geography, I just figured the more I babbled in a quiet voice, the more likely a vision of a bodyless Barbie would replace the demon witch with long red nails.
I can't say the vision soothed me much, but the wee snifflemeister soon kicked the duvet off both of us and fell into a deep and restful slumber.
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by intacoma on 1/8/2008 @ 3:20pm
|let me guess you brought your kid to firstnight??|
musing her way through arts, culture, dining, shopping, exercising, and parenting, all while wearing a pungent, truffle-like aroma.