Thursday, September 20, 2007

Life is a lemon and I want my tushie back

Sometimes I forget how little my big girl is. She just turned three yesterday...

But the story is not about her birthday. I was getting her ready to sleep and put pj's on her. About ten minutes later I went to the kitchen to fill out her bottle when she walked in bawling. I asked her why she was crying and she said, "I want it back." I thought her brother took something away, but she said no. She was pointing at the butt repeating that she wanted it back. I kept on trying to understand what it is that she wanted: not different pj's, not new diaper, nothing was itching her butt. Finally I lost my patience because it was increasingly difficult to understand what she wanted. I told her to calm down and say exactly what was bothering her. Funny enought it worked, and she calmed enough to actually say a few sentenses in way that was comprehensible to those of us who cannot read minds. She looked at me and said,"I want it back. I want my tushie back, spit it out," And then it hit me. When I was putting on her pj's, we played a game - you know the game when I pretend to eat a part of her body and then I put it back. Well, I got sidetracked and forgot about the last part, most crucial in the mind of the toddler part. Apparantly, she didn't. And she wanted her tushie back. That was sooo cute. We play this game pretty much every day, and I thought she already caught on that I am not eating her for real. She has asked for various body parts to be returned before (as I am easily sidetracked), but always did it with the smile, and I figured she did it "just in case" the whole thing is for real. I was wrong... She actually keeps track of her buttocks and I better remember next time to return them promptly to their rightful place.

Sorry I made you cry on your birthday.