I am not sure I ever posted my original reason for creating this blog. One night Zoe was in bed, or so I thought, and I was watching tv. I heard the usual, "mommy, come HERE." I went to her room and she was freaking out. What was wrong, I asked. She was freaking because there was a floating dust bunny, and the light coming in created a weird glow. "What is THAT?" she asked. So I had a totally inspired moment and said "That's Tinkerbell." I was so proud of myself. Aha! I was so smart!
Zoe's response: "WHAT" and then a scream unlike I have ever heard. Bone chilling, freezing, scream. Why? Because "NO - Tinkerbell lives in Florida." I said, "Tinkerbell lives in your heart," and some other BS. The hysteria was so real, so visceral, I had to come clean - it was a dust bunny. I had to convince her it was a dust bunny, over and over. And once she came to grips with it, she was fine.
Until she went to day care the next day and told everyone, "There was a dust bunny in my room, Mommy said it was Tinkerbell, but it wasn't." More humiliating than I can explain. And here I was, I thought I was so smart.
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