I said,
OOOOOhhhhh. I have a great idea. Do you twins want to be Hansel and Gretal for Halloween?
The Pixie thought so. She saw the costume and sighed, “Oh yes!!”
The Pirate saw the costume and said, “I wanna be a bat.”
Hmmm.
So I got him a cheap bat costume. And the Pixie stole it.
He came to me. “Mom, Pixie…”
“Don’t tell, don’t tell, don’t tell!!!” She came flying in wearing the cape.
“Mom she won’t give me…”
“Don’t tell, don’t tell!”
Pixie. Are you wearing his batman cape?
She looked at me, “I don’t want to answer.”
Some blue spit globbed out of her mouth and splashed on the floor.
And are you brushing your teeth?
“Yes.”
Why?
“I don’t want to answer.”
I pulled the string on the cape and it fell to the floor.
Pirate – pick it up and it’s yours. Pixie it’s not yours, and toothbrushes belong in the bathroom so…
She began talking and talking and talking.
I did not want to listen anymore. I told her.
She kept talking.
I plugged my ears and sang Kelly Clarkson’s Already Gone.
She kept talking, and talking.
I read Anna Karenina.
A big blob of blue spit slid down her arm.
She looked at it.
That wouldn’t happen if you hadn’t been talking so much.
She wiped it on the table and kept talking.
I laid it on her, If you don’t stop talking now I’m going to put you in your jammies and put you in bed.
She looked out the window at the 4:30pm light and considered.
She closed her mouth and walked away.
And now she doesn’t want to be Gretal either.
Bummer.
She wants to be a puppy-ninja.
What is a puppy-ninja?
