Several years ago, Mudda bought Lauren an aromatherapy bear for Christmas. Lauren was probably about 3 at the time, and loved that her snuggly bear smelled nice and was warm. Years passed, and it ended up in a trunk in our sun porch. The same sun porch we're currently reorganizing as a playroom where the family Wii will live.
Bear-y surfaced. Lindsay fell instantly in love.
I thought, oh! I bet she'll love him if I make him all warm and scented. I plucked him up, and put him in the microwave for a minute.
Lindsay sobbed, "You are turning my bear into DINNER!"
"Oh no!" I interjected.
"First he is a lovey and now he is going to be food." Giant tears splashed down her face.
I looked from her crying face, to the turnstile of the microwave, spinning round and round with Bear-y on it. I opened the door, grabbed Bear-y out, and handed him to Lindsay.
"See, he is ok!" I said.
She sniffed.
"He's warm now, right?"
She felt him, looking a little confused, she nodded.
"And he smells nice?"
"Yes." She said. "Don't do that again."
3 comments:
Teddy Bear dinner! Take that Teddy Bear Picnic!
I can hear her say that! :)
Think that killed her future enjoyment of aromatherapy spa treatments?
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