All this talk of Itchy Frog has reminded me of Pinchy, Liv's beloved stuffed lobster. Pinchy was a little more well-traveled than the frog. Alas, his wanderlust did him in; he met his untimely demise on the Eiffel Tower. (For the full story: Pinchy did Paris, until Paris did in Pinchy).
Because Liv was so young and gullible, I was able to order a new Pinchy and convince her it was the original one.
Surely by age 10 she knew that there was no way that stuffed lobster "wrapped hisself up and he came home," right? RIGHT?
Yeah. I don't know what she believed, but she had no clue until recently that I was responsible for the whole thing. Bea had unearthed Pinchy II and Liv started reminiscing about his trip to Paris. I tossed out some comment like, "You were so sad when you lost him - trying to find a replacement was really hard."
Silence. Complete silence.
Then, this: "Wait... WHAT?"
More silence. Wheels turning. Innocence shattering.
"You mean that's not the same Pinchy that I lost on the Eiffel Tower?"
Whoops. Sorry, kid.
"You know, I always DID wonder how Pinchy got back here..."
Aw, poor kiddo! Just goes to show how much our kids believe us when we tell them something.
Posted by: Cari | January 06, 2012 at 10:13 AM