At some point in Ashlyn’s long career of being spoiled by my parents she talked my dad into buying her a stuffed fish.
This is totally not the little stuffed animal you are picturing.
It is a five foot long, tacky multicolored, monstrous creature. One of those things that you find in an outdoor hunting/fishing store that you would only buy someone if you are 100% positive that under no circumstances will it ever be in your own home. Also one of those things that you cannot get rid of if it is in your home because it either
a) leaves a gaping hole in your child’s bedroom so that they notice its absence right away or
b) sticks too far out of a trash can to be thrown out inconspicuously
So this morning I had to get all of the kids ready and out the door by 7:30 am for a doctors appointment. I’m not sure if I have mentioned this before but Ms. McKenna is a total pack rat, she holds onto everything, literally. Anytime we head to a different area of our house you can find her scanning the room for what she desperately needs to bring with her to the next room. Heaven forbid she leave El.mo, a doll or a half-eaten apple 20 feet away in the kitchen while we play upstairs.
So back to the fish….
Since we were up so early this morning McKenna was in her big sister’s room before she left for school and she spotted it… that stupid lovely, never to be gotten rid of, fish. So this morning, while trying to get everyone ready, everyone up and down the stairs, everyone dressed, fed and in the van, I had to walk Parker, carry Sawyer, and keep steady an already wobbly McKenna who was now pulling a five foot long fish.
Somewhere along the way I found myself arguing with my headstrong little girl about the fact that the fish needed to stay home for his nap so no he could not come in the van for our hour and half long drive. Ultimately our need to make it to her appointment outweighed my need to leave Fishy at home and there I was stuffing that stupid thing across the back of the van. I thought maybe once he was all the way across the backseat and over her lap that Ms. Stubborn would relent and say Fishy could stay home but nope, she just rested her hands on his fins and grinned at me with complete satisfaction. I did however, put my foot down and not allow Fishy into our appointment. I draw the line at lugging in two toddlers, an infant, a double stroller, a 50 pound diaper bag AND a five foot long fish. But the moment we left our appointment she was thrilled to climb back in the van with her fish. Talked to him most of the ride home and couldn’t wait for me to bring him in the house when we got home (on my fourth trip back to the van– one for their lunch and sippy cups, one for Sawyer, one for Parker and McKenna and one last time for the fish).
Fishy is now upstairs, blocking the entire hallway, waiting for his new best friend to wake up from her nap so that her mommy can continue schlepping him around for the rest of the day.
Update on the rest of the afternoon… the new found love for Fishy did not die.
We lugged him up and down the stairs with the rest of the crew many times, had a HUGE fit because he was not able to scoot on his butt down each and every step, dragged him down the hall with Parker clinging to his fins and even squeezed him into the bathroom while we all sat squished together even more than usual waiting in hopes that someone would pee on the potty.
My little dictator is now asleep and Mommy is dreaming of putting Fishy in the lake where he belongs 🙂
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