Madeline was sitting on the potty in the downstairs bathroom. It, the potty, is next to the tub where shes bathed (almost) every night. The tub is an old one, a clawfoot with the water leading into the faucet through shiny silver pipes from the outside, running up from the floor next to the potty. A ladybug crawled down one of these pipes while Maddy sat on the potty. She wigged out--Ew! Bug! Ew!--but didnt get up. Two seconds later, shed found a new distraction. The ladybug crawled off the pipe and onto the light gray tile floor. When it was next to Madelines foot, I yelled, Ahhhh! Bug! I thought she would react as her mother does to bugs: With a shuddering leap away and a shriek that makes me laugh. Maddy, without so much as a second thought or a doubt, picked her foot up and stomped it down on the ladybug. She looked at me with a mix of fear and relief and the question: Is it gone? I couldnt hold back my laugh. She is not, in this regard, her mommys girl. Nor mine. In fact, she reminded me most of Arnold Swartzenegger in Predator.
Posted on: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 20:52:33 +0000
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