Ever since we got displaced from our home and Dylan started first grade, she’s been sort of… how can I put this… a complete and total crazy emotional basket case. I’m guessing she is holding it together all day long at school and then just melts down afterward.
She gets upset and outraged over absolutely anything.
Like she was sobbing last week because she doesn’t have a bathroom attached to her bedroom. Yes, seriously.
I guess she saw that set-up at a friend’s house and has been outraged at the injustice in the world ever since because she has to WALK DOWN THE HALL to pee. I strongly considered throwing her on a plane and shipping her to a third world country so she could experience the joys of living with no bathrooms at all.
So I knew I was in trouble when on her birthday last week, we decided to take a walk downtown and get s’mores. Because on the way, we passed a dead squirrel. And not dead like a squashed furry pancake but instead the entire body was intact, lying there with a complete look of terror in its eyes.
It was very creepy. There was no way I was going to take a photo of it but I made my dad do a reenactment….
Let’s pause for a moment to appreciate the fact that I got my dad to lie down and pretend to be a dead squirrel so I could put it on my blog.
And yes, that is what the squirrel actually looked like.
So, of course, on the way back from town, Dylan REFUSED to pass the squirrel again. She started crying when we were still a half a mile away from that thing.
Since my dad is my “dead animal removal” guy, I told him to go up ahead and get rid of it. Fortunately for him, we had just picked up sushi, so I gave him a plastic bag and a pair of chopsticks to assist with his mission.
Once he completed his task and rejoined us, he said..
“I took care of it. Nothing to worry about now.”
“Really? Are you sure it’s gone?” Dylan asked.
“Yes. I promise,” he said.
“Did you use the chopsticks?” she asked.
Turned out he picked the thing up by the tail (GASP!) and threw it in the woods.
We walked back to the house and thus concluded our fun trip to eat s’mores!
Meanwhile, if you’re looking for ideas on what to get Dylan for her 8th birthday next year, she’d love an ensuite bathroom.