Things have been a little stressful here lately. Not “incurable illness” stressful, or “facing time in prison” stressful, but hard to deal with nonetheless.
So we’ve been doing what grown ups do when times get to be not fun, we’ve been bracing each other up, back to back, buckling down and dealing with it. We’ve been working hard, praying for guidance, and letting the little things slide from time to time so we’ve got energy to deal with the bigger issues.
Only the thing about letting little things slide is that toddlers notice that shit. They notice that you’re not quite as quick on the trigger with some things. They begin to sense you might have a weak spot.
And like little lisping lions, they pounce.
For instance, you might have baked a huge batch of mocha cupcakes because you needed to eat your feelings one weekend. And you might have remembered to put the cupcakes in a cupcake keeper, but maybe you forgot to put the cupcake keeper out of a toddler’s reach.
So while you’re on the phone doing adult stuff and taking care of the not-fun business, your little chubby predator has pulled himself up a chair next to those cupcakes.
You hang up the phone and notice how quiet it is. You see no one is standing too close to the television, no one is singing along with Barney.
You come around the corner in the kitchen and a little mopheaded blond boy with dark blue eyes whips around in the chair and peeks up over the back at you, Kilroy-style.
“HEY Mommy! Whatcha doing? How AHH you?” he asks.
“I’m fine,” you reply, eyes narrowed.
“Thas good,” he says, then begins to tap his fingers on the chair and sing.
“Doo doo, la la. Doo doo, la la,” he chirps.
You notice those tapping fingers have brown smears on them. You get closer, close enough to see his whole face, and notice it’s completely covered with that same shade of brown. Then you see your cupcakes.
“WHAT have you been DOING?” you ask, incredulous.
“Nuffin,” he swears solemnly, the evidence betraying him. “Nuffin’, Mommy. Singing a song.”
Busted, he looks to you for clues. Will there be punishment, swift and perhaps severe? Or is he cute enough, juuuuust adorable and charming enough to fool you into thinking this is a blessed moment of levity in disguise?
Yeah, he’s that cute. Dammit.
I’m so grateful to have had the opportunity to co-host #iPPP with Greta. As my focus is clearly on things other than blogging this year, I’m sad to say this is my last week to do so. The lovely, brilliant Sarah will be co-hosting from now on over at The Sunday Spill. I look forward to dropping in and playing along once in awhile!
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