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misterxYesterday I took Storm to Bays Mountain Park in Kingsport, TN. They have live animals, including wolves and an aviary, as well as a nature center. We had a good time just walking around, occasionally running around, looking at the animals and pretending this and that. I had a little extra money this weekend, thank you ex-mortgage company, so I said yes to the gift shop. Storm returned home with two stuffed fawn plushies, one for her and one for her sister. This is all mostly incidental to the story, except to establish that it had been a pretty good day thus far.
It was as we entered our neighborhood that Storm noticed Tori, the girl down the street, sitting on her front steps. She immediately starts asking if she can go play with Tori, I miss Tori, can Tori come over... you get the idea. We get home, and we can't find their number, so Melanie drives Storm down there to ask. It's not two minutes later that they come back in the door, with Storm wearing a noticeable frown.
"What's the matter sweetie, couldn't Tori play?"
"They *GOING* somewhere. But I don't see them going anywhere. They're just sitting there."
"Hon, they probably meant that they're going soon."
"I'll never get to see her!" she lamented, "I haven't seen her in a hundred years since last summer, and now I won't see her again for a million years!" She is almost in tears now.
"Come here sweetie," I say, trying to give her a hug, but she pushes me away. No cheering the child allowed. "Hon, you'll see her again, I promise. We'll remember to ask if she can play after school."
No response. She is sitting frowning at Spongebob Squarepants on TV.
"Would you like a fudgesicle?" I offer, hoping to distract her.
"More like a miserysicle..." she grumbles, burying her face in the pillow.
Addendum Number One: Immediately following this exchange, I headed for the front door. I intended to relate this to Melanie while it was fresh in my mind, and also wanted to escape before I lost control of my laughter. As the screen door swung shut, Storm shouted "WHERE'S MY MISERYSICLE!?!"
Addendum Number Two: This morning, she came in to the bathroom to show me her outfit. She looked quite fashionable to tell the truth. I complimented her… "That red top looks great with that beige skirt." She giggled. "What's funny?" I asked. "My skirt is like a mountain," she said, giggling harder. "What?" I said, not getting it. "Beige Mountain," she said, and broke into full out laughter. She was quite pleased with herself.
It was as we entered our neighborhood that Storm noticed Tori, the girl down the street, sitting on her front steps. She immediately starts asking if she can go play with Tori, I miss Tori, can Tori come over... you get the idea. We get home, and we can't find their number, so Melanie drives Storm down there to ask. It's not two minutes later that they come back in the door, with Storm wearing a noticeable frown.
"What's the matter sweetie, couldn't Tori play?"
"They *GOING* somewhere. But I don't see them going anywhere. They're just sitting there."
"Hon, they probably meant that they're going soon."
"I'll never get to see her!" she lamented, "I haven't seen her in a hundred years since last summer, and now I won't see her again for a million years!" She is almost in tears now.
"Come here sweetie," I say, trying to give her a hug, but she pushes me away. No cheering the child allowed. "Hon, you'll see her again, I promise. We'll remember to ask if she can play after school."
No response. She is sitting frowning at Spongebob Squarepants on TV.
"Would you like a fudgesicle?" I offer, hoping to distract her.
"More like a miserysicle..." she grumbles, burying her face in the pillow.
Addendum Number One: Immediately following this exchange, I headed for the front door. I intended to relate this to Melanie while it was fresh in my mind, and also wanted to escape before I lost control of my laughter. As the screen door swung shut, Storm shouted "WHERE'S MY MISERYSICLE!?!"
Addendum Number Two: This morning, she came in to the bathroom to show me her outfit. She looked quite fashionable to tell the truth. I complimented her… "That red top looks great with that beige skirt." She giggled. "What's funny?" I asked. "My skirt is like a mountain," she said, giggling harder. "What?" I said, not getting it. "Beige Mountain," she said, and broke into full out laughter. She was quite pleased with herself.