I recently took a walk to Starbucks with my older girls. Well, I tried to secretly slip out alone but we have these damn chimes on the door that go off every time someone enters or leaves.
At first I thought they were a fantastic way to keep young children from wandering outside undetected. But now I realize they are just a fantastic way to keep adults from wandering outside undetected.
The girls hear me attempt to leave and want to come for the walk. Not so much for the walking part but the eating of doughnuts at Starbucks part. I agree to take them with me.
And Summer wants to bring her doll.
“Summer, you can bring the doll. But I’m not carrying it. You must carry it all the way there. And all the way back. I am NOT holding it.” I explain. Because I am so sick of this racket where kids bring shit with them and then expect us (their parents) to carry it. I’m not taking part in this insane ritual.
She, of course, absolutely promises me that she is up for the task of holding the doll. I do not believe her but we venture off to the holy land of caffeine.
As we walk, the doll somehow starts getting heavier because Summer’s arms begin to ache. In fact, the pain is so excruciating that she begs me to carry it.
Taking a stand for moms everywhere, I refuse. I express my deepest sympathy for her aching limbs and remind her that she has made a commitment to hold the doll.
And that’s when Dylan pipes in, “I’ll carry it.”
“Dylan, that is so sweet of you to do that for her. You are a very good sister.”
Dylan takes the doll and we all walk happily to the coffee shop. We pick out our doughnuts, order my coffee and then I reach down to grab my wallet and here is what I find…
Dylan had simply stuck the doll in my purse so I would unwittingly carry it.
I think I just got outswindled by a 6 and 4-year-old.
And seriously, how much crap do I have in my bag if I don’t even notice when there’s a big red headed doll in it?
mama bird notes:
Once in awhile someone will write me about a child who needs prayers. Lots and lots of prayers. Ty Campbell is one of those boys. He has a very rare and aggressive cancer. He is 3 years-old. You can read his story here.