Jan. 8, 2008 at 12:46pm

bad dreams

(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.