Emergency

My kids are going to visit Grammy and Papa for 10 LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG DAYS. I am so excited. I am going to miss them. To make up for the slight feelings of guilt that are accompanying this send-off, I have been trying to be an ultra-good mommy this week.

This entailed taking my children to the playground A LOT. So much, in fact, that despite the wearing of my rather large-brimmed sun hat

and 30 SPF sunscreen, my freckles have started to pop out on my face, and there are flip-flop tan lines on the tops of my feet. Usually I don't have these sun symptoms until June (the month this photo was taken last year). THAT'S how great I have been. I hate the sun. I am even willing to compromise my preferral vision (by wearing this hat), to avoid it.

So yesterday was a LONG day of 2 different playgrounds and all of this good-mommy-junk. When I got home around 5, I needed to catch up on some work (ok, let's face it, it was all about the Contest that Never Ends). I told Pukey that I needed to remain uninterrupted for a few minutes. Of course, she can never follow this rule and after several attempts, and receiving several "TALK TO THE HAND"-type gestures, she gave up.

A few silent minutes past.

Amazing.

Then she came back in. I gestured. She sighed and left, and then this:

"Emergency?"

I do not respond

"Mom, Emergency!"

I do not respond.

"Mom, Poopy is sticking the scissors in her macaroni and cheese and then sticking the scissors in her mouth. Emergency."

I finally responded with this thought: "I meant to remove those scissors from her reach." I also thanked Poopy for always being informative when she signals EMERGENCY or ALERT (sister is on the windowsill about to fall through a screen, 3 stories to her death, sister is pooping in the tub, sister is using scissors as a fork!) What would I do without Pukey? Seriously. I will miss them. But probably not until day 5 1/2.