Once upon a time there was a mother that had two wonderful kids. The first born was a really sweet child that fooled the mother into having the second child.
Right from day one, the second child was a bit of a handful in that he yelled when he wanted something and also liked to take things apart.* Good thing he was a cutie. That’s all that can be said about that.
His favourite toy was Glo Worm.
Remember that little cuddly little larva? It glowed when you squeezed it. The battery pack was hard plastic and screwed together. It screwed into the worm’s head so a child couldn’t get it out. Then there was this big ol’ zipper up the back.
This kid of mine was only one and he couldn’t even walk. It seemed pretty safe to let the little guy have a little night light he could squeeze when the little booger needed some comfort in the dark, right?
What? You don’t think he could have gotten it open? You are ADORABLE.
He got it out twice before I had to take drastic action. I guess tiny fingernails are good screwdrivers?! I ended up sewing the zipper shut at the top and that kept him out and let me change batteries when needed.
Fast forward 30 years. It’s fall and I’m perusing the Hallmark Ornament Catalogue. I pick out my bird that I get every year, the ones the kids want. They pick them out now they are older. (I have bought them one each year since their births.) Then I see this cute little guy! Woo hoo! Then I feel sad because Mark didn’t pick it out. Then I slap myself upside the head and realize that it’s my memory not his. So this year I get the bird AND Glo Worm. It’s mine. And it is ADORABLE.
Plus in 2019 I get to start buying for a new little one. My gorgeous and talented first born is adding to her family.
I am truly blessed.
*This kid also chewed on his venetian blinds. We found the little teeth marks when we moved. Right before all blinds were recalled because they had lead in them. And everyone thought I had dropped him as a baby. Pffft!