Thursday, May 16, 2013
A funny thing happened yesterday. To the best of my memory, this is how it played out…
My oldest daughter (OD) woke up and came downstairs to find me pondering the living room arrangement. She stopped halfway down, gave me that raised-eyebrow-look before continuing on. She paused in the entry, then came around and plopped down into the wing-back. We talked amiably as she wiped away the lingering fog of sleep. After a few minutes, she stood up, turned to walk away, then suddenly turned back with that same raised-eyebrow-look-turned-glare. And it happened.
She said, "Tell me you had the yard man come in and move that wardrobe out of the entry into the living room."
Me. "No. I moved it. Veezer helped me. It wasn't a big deal."
OD. "You can't do these things, Mom!"
Me. "It's okay, really. I unloaded everything, slid it into place with furniture movers, and then reloaded it. Easy peasy. Really."
OD. "No!” Her hands are on her hips at this point. “What if the doors fell open while you were moving it and it sucked you into Narnia? Huh? What would I do then? You'd be in the other-world of Narnia and no one would know it. And I couldn't save you from that!"
And then she turned and stomped away, grumping over her shoulder, “never mind it could’ve killed you had it fallen over.”
Life in literary-world is amazing...Narnia? :D