This is Baby H’s toy de jour. Her very favorite thing in the world….for now.
I bought it at a Build-A-Bear Workshop on a whim…like most of their toys. She’s suppose to be the girl version of the boy Frankenstein’s monster.
But H calls her Cinderella and I never disagree with 2 year old logic.
Last night, we were out and about getting dinner at the local food truck gathering with my brother and his family. As we waited for them to arrive, we hung out taking pictures around the area.
The fest was being held on a closed street in downtown. We stood above the tunnel of a very busy street. For some stupid reason, that’s where we all hung out to wait for my brother.
Both kids brought plush toys.
When H threw her Cindy into the air, it was heading for the railing near her daddy. Daddy went to hit it away from him but Cindy became the victim of plush toy homicide.
We could hear H’s heart break. Her cries became heavy and hard pretty damn quick. A lesson learned.
But I think Daddy didn’t want it to be the end end for Cindy. He walked to the other side of the bridge and looked down. He motioned us to stay put and took off down the ramp.
Now, with the luck this family has had as of late, I did not need a squished hubby. I can buy another Cinderella. I can coax my daughter into a better mood with a shaved ice. But hubby chose fixing the problem another way.
A grateful Baby H hugged her daddy and held Cindy like she was a glass baby. Neither kid played “toss the toy” anymore. By the time she received her Cindy back, my brother had arrived.
We went on our merry way as if nothing happened. My daughter held her toy with fresh tire marks tight as we walked. I looked at my not-so-squished hubby and just shook my head.
Life was grand again. That is until we have our next eventful moment. My money is on approximately 4:30pm tomorrow. Don’t know why. I just gots a feeling.
Stay tuned to see what craziness we encounter then.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go play “toss the toy” with Cinderella and the washing machine.