Fellow moms:
How is it that now-too-small dress-up shoes, Happy Meal toys that have not seen the light of day for months, and that obscure stuffed animal now-overridden-by-under-the-bed-dust-bunnies can suddenly evoke a Smeagol-complex from our sweet little ones?
"MY PRECIOUS," they shriek, at even the slightest suggestion that something has been worn out or outgrown.
So what's a mom to do? Ahhhhh... Stealth mode.
A few hours at school... a few milliseconds distracted by a friend or a cartoon, and I'm pocketing Happy Meal toys, clutching broken nerf guns against my chest as I race up the stairs, to...
The Bin.
A purgatory of toys and various asundry items, awaiting their final destination: mission or trash bin.
Meghan has a playdate today. On the car ride home, sweet Leila said, "Look! I brought the toy I have like Meghan's!" One glance in the rearview mirror and I had a heart palpitation.
The Littlest Pet Shop stuffed pony. That I had put in The Bin.
Just last week.
The Bin which must remain secret. At all costs.
Distraction. "Awwww, girls, Keeper (our REAL pet) sure looks lonely. Why don't you love on her a minute before you go play?"
(I owe Keeper big time.)
Race to my room. Plunge through The Bin. Retrieve said pony. Race back to living room. Fake having climbed stairs from Meg's room. Extend thus redeemed pony to my eager daughter with a big smile: "Is THIS what you were wanting?"
And I kid you not, as I have sat typing these words, in walked Meghan.
"Mom, what happened to all that stuff that was on the top shelf of my closet?"
1 comment:
lol!!!! i have sooooo been there! I don't have a bin, I have a 30 gallon trashcan with a lid hidden away in the corner of the garage!
way to go mom! super mom points for that one!
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