I'm Just Saying

A very busy week in the modern family household.  The plague seems to have finally lifted and slowly we are all healthy and relatively happy.  Modern Pre-schooler did break out in some mysterious hives, quickly put in their place by some medicine.  Also the long awaited leotard has become reality and Modern Pre-schooler is just beside herself with excitement.  One might have thought Jesus had come again the way this thing had been hyped up by all of us.  This small light pink little thing with a few sparkly rhinestones and a twirly skirt could have in fact come to save us all from sin and death.  Maybe not, but she looks cute enough in it to change the world.  Every time we come home, finish a meal or basically have our backs turned, she sneaks off.  A few quiet moments pass unnoticed then she reappears at the top of the stairs beaming with satisfaction as she twirls in triumph.  You might think we would have picked up on a pattern by now, but the silence is so nice that we are lulled into stupidity just long enough for the little sneak to undress, scatter clothes here and there, pull on the leotard and quietly play until the utter lack of screaming, whining and disturbing of the peace becomes suddenly and uncharacteristically absent, compelling us to yell up the stairs in hopes that she has simply picked up an algebra book and is quietly solving equations.  This is rare and much less likely than the leotard but we are hoping.  What's much worse is that Modern Toddler seems to be learning said sneakiness from her doting big sister and has also achieved the height of silence when she and MP are ravaging some poor defenseless and shamelessly unlocked cupboard full of the forbidden things of child's dreams. 

Most recently, these clan destined partnerships have yielded the tampon and maxi boxes.  Modern Pre-schooler sized up these treasures and deducted that the ultra thin maxi pads must really be very comfortable and self-adhering foot band aids.  They are roughly the size and shape of her little foot and make a funny sound on the hardwood floors.  Modern Pre-schooler on the other hand is fascinated with tampons.  She has yet to find use for the cotton, but rather attempts to whistle through the plastic.  This disturbs Modern Hubby to no end and I know he is secretly hoping to ship them off to some sort of boarding school for girls who refuse to stop growing up.  I call it the peter pan syndrome, and sadly it affects thousands of daddies every year.  The national center for Peter Pan research or NCPPR, sites many causes for this disorder.  A cure is not yet known

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[corky]

Glad everyone is feeling better. I think I may suffer from the Peter Pan Syndome...