These two will never tell. Happy Fourth!
Grandpa’s sparklers and bottle rockets or Macy’s Firework Spectacular?
Ages
Girl’s got to make a living somehow…
Guess it’s time to start that stilettos fund.
Sometimes our children tell us early on who they are destined to become. Kids who take their toys apart and put them back together again are quite possibly our future engineers. Those who take care of wounded cats’ prey and other ailing wildlife may wind up nurses. Our kids who create elaborate buildings out of Legos just might become our next generation of architects.
Today I rounded the corner of our living room and found Eva, stripped down to nothing, clothes strewn all over the room, wildly spinning to the theme of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.”
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I love to dance naked!” she shrieked, now jumping so ecstatically she nearly knocked over the coffee table.
And with that, her membership at the local chapter of the Future Doctors of America, class of 2034, comes to a grinding halt.
Foiled again
In an effort to get Eva to kick her chronic thumb-sucking habit, I decided to appeal to her sense of empathy.
As she sucked away at her right thumb, I took hold of her left. “Oh, Mr Thumb,” I wailed. “I’m so sorry you can’t see Mrs. Thumb. You see, Eva has her locked away in a dark and scary cave, otherwise known as her mouth. You’ll have to see her another day.”
The sucking continued, but with a worried look on her face.
“Don’t cry, Mr. Thumb,” I continued. “I know you’re lonely. Maybe someday Eva will let Mrs. Thumb out of the dark scary cave, and then she can see the sunlight. And then the two of you will laugh and play and live happily ever after!”
For a moment, she took her thumb out of her mouth and studied it. I breathed a little hallelujah. After a solid year of my anti thumb-sucking tactics, I thought she was finally listening.
Turns out, she was. Ever since, she’s been sucking both thumbs at the same time.