Suddenly I tuned in, realizing Brooklynne was talking about her duck. The arm had fallen off and she was going to give it to Grandma to sew back on.
Panic surged through me. I've been throwing things away constantly around here and the memory of a small fuzzy thing which very well could have been a ducks arm being tossed into the trash came to mind.
"Is it green?" I asked casually.
"Yes," she answered and more panic ensued.
"I threw it away," I blurted out. "I'm so sorry, Brookie. I didn't realize..."
Her face. Oh my gosh, her face. The horror. I gulped and tried to talk my way out of it.
"Brookie, so many people don't have an arm or leg, and they make it through their lives just fine." (seriously? this was my defense? It was a 50 cent duck from one of those lame machines. REALLY?!)
The tears continued, despite my best efforts to reassure her that a one-armed-green-duck was just as good as a 2 armed duck. And while we're on the subject, who ever knew that ducks had ARMS?! Not me, or I wouldn't have thrown it away.
A few minutes later it dawned on me that the missing arm had been thrown out late in the day the day before, so there couldn't have been much trash on top of it. When she wasn't looking, I opened the trash, fished through cracked egg shells, a dirty diaper and coffee grounds to find the small fuzzy green thing. There sat the beloved arm, untouched by the gross trash and still looking alive and well. Well, as much as a severed arm can look. I plucked it out as relief washed over me and called her back into the kitchen. You would have thought I just rescued out dog out of the trash. I was smiling, she was smiling, she was hugging me and I promised to safety pin the arm back on as soon as I could.
Thankfully, the rest of the week has been quite uneventful and we've long forgotten about the almost permanently one-armed green duck.
The weather here has been awesome, which means the first picnic of the year happened and it always gives me a warm fuzzy feeling.
Going for sissie's food
There is something about the kids being outside that helps them play so well together. Yesterday while both of them were swinging, Brooke's flip-flop kept falling off. Joe would get off the swing, kneel down, slide it back on her foot and then hop back on his swing. Several times, until finally, (huge sigh) "Brookie, this is my last time doing this, OK?" It was the sweetest thing to watch and made me so proud to be their Mom.
Hope you all are having a great week!
6 comments:
I have had so many times where I have thrown something away because I get sick of seeing it on the floor and it's just like a happy meal toy or a junk toy. Sure enough, "Mommy, have you seen...." UGH. Sometimes I admit it, and sadly sometimes I have had said "I don't know." LOL Father forgive me, but I didn't want the drama! So glad you found the little arm or wing or whatever 50 cent ducks have. haha Wow, weather must be really nice there! We had one good day here. It was so wonderful to watch the kids play in the back while I washed dishes. They really do play much better together outdoors. :)
Jenna, you make us laugh! The story of the one-armed-duck although tragic for Brookie was hysterically funny. Hehe....we had a good time reading it! ;)
OMW, I was laughing so hard, while reading this!! You could seriously make a kids book out of that story :). The weather looks so amazing, nothing like it is here! Miss you <3
I am laughing so hard because the one-armed duck story sounds exactly like something that would happen in our house!
Jenna! This is hysterical. Just like Mary said this could be a Dr. Seuss book or something..."A one Armed duck oh yes can hop, a one armed duck oh yes can pop! hahaha! ("Hop on Pop")
Love ya
So glad the little arm was saved! I'm sure Brookie is happy to have her duck back in one piece.
Isn't it amazing the things kids treasure? Gotta love 'em.
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