Sunday, December 19, 2010
It is an amusing tale how Stort came to live with us.
It was a lovely, sunny Friday afternoon. I spent extra time at work getting my classroom back in shape and preparing for Monday. Turtle was in a good mood and I needed to replace my copy of The Nutcracker Suite that was lost in the flood, so I decided we would go visit "Susie's Bookstore" to buy a copy. Turtle didn't want to leave school, but I lured her with promises of a drink and a treat.
The bookstore was fairly hopping & we spotted ms. caboo as soon as we walked through the door. Nothing doing, Turtle reminded me immediately that she was promised a drink and a treat so off to the cafe we went. Her choice? Chocolate milk and a blondie bar (picture a white brownie topped with M&M's), also known as "The Treat That Will Guarantee Extreme Behavior in Children". Yes, I knew this as I purchased the food but what can I say? I'm a glutton for punishment.
After many side-adventures we made it to the music department. Our buddy R met us there and tried to get Turtle to speak to her. Turtle was in a "shy" mode -you know, when kids bury their heads in your legs when an adult they don't know speaks to them.
Turtle actually loves R dearly and they have fun together, so why she was being shy I don't know. So I started teasing Turtle that I would drink her chocolate milk since she wouldn't look at us. This didn't provide any response, so I made the fatal error of saying "Should R drink your chocolate milk?". Instead of shaking her head or even saying no, Turtle just burst into hysterical tears. Loud hysterical tears. Loud, hysterical, inconsolable tears.
I felt bad because really, I had no intention of making my child cry. At this point of the day she was tired and full of treats. But never fear, R handed Turtle a Stuart Minion doll and the tears stopped. My punishment for making my child cry? Buying a seriously weird stuffed creature.
Yes, I know I didn't have to buy the doll. Had I said no I would have prompted another round of hysterical crying. Plus I knew I was to blame for the outburst anyway.
So now we have Stort whom Turtle carries around the house. "I love Stort. R gave him to me!" She announces proudly throughout the day.