Mad at the butterflies
Warning! This was written under the influence of semi-sweet chocolate! I hope it is deliciously enjoyable.
We had a wonderful weekend celebrating my younger brother’s wedding to my cool new sis-in-law. The kids think they are so much fun! At the end of the party, I got a surprise as I went to my car and out popped the four huge mylar helium balloon butterflies/dragonflies which marked the driveway’s entrance so people wouldn’t get lost! We stuffed them back into the car and lovingly took them all the way home to their new perch in our living room. Then we were all so dog tired that we crashed in our beds and went to sleep for the night.
The next morning, I woke up to my three year old cutie running around the house with the new magic wand her sweet big sister bought her. Back and forth to the living room and kitchen, to the study, in and out of my bedroom, and racing everywhere in the house conceivable to man. As she ran around, she talked to every inanimate object in the house, “Magic-cadabra”-izing them and talking at the top of her lungs! Then she spotted the butterflies. All of a sudden I heard her screaming, “Get down here!” *Whack*; again: ”I said, ‘Get down here!’ ” *Whack*. As she continued doing this, I went to spy on her. There was no crying, so (Phew!) I knew another person was not involved. I tried to contain my giggles as I saw her whacking all the helium butterflies with her magic wand and commanding them to come down to the floor! Did she know that they would remain afloat no matter what she said? I don’t know, but it sure was fun to watch:).
