I’m going to be brutally honest: if I have to play Rapu nzel with my adorable 3-year-old one more time I just might blow my brains out.
Over and over and over again we play each day; by her rules, of course. The other day when I tried to deviate from the rules she actually “paused” me with her imaginary remote control, told me exactly how to play and what to say. Then she said, “OK, Mom? Now start at the beginning.” She then proceeded to “unpause” me. And don’t even get me started on the pieces. Tangled’s tower came with these itty bitty cups, saucers, a ladle and a frying pan which I considered to be pretty much worthless. Well, I guess the frying pan is important to the story—how else is she supposed to keep that conniving thief Flynn in line? But the other pieces? I didn’t think they served any purpose except to drive me nuts trying to keep them off the floor and out of the vacuum. Until Sunday, that is.
His dad, who was watching the NCAA basketball tournament
on the couch, yelled, “Don’t drop it down the drain!” That sent me running to
the bathroom. I placed a paper towel on the counter and told Brayden to put his
tooth on it. He was still so excited that he more or less threw the tooth at
the paper towel. It bounced once and—you guessed it!—went straight down the drain.
Nothing but net! And so our own March Madness began.
Using our real remote control, I made Andy pause the game
and come help me. He unscrewed the drain and we could see that the tooth was
stuck in the gunk on the side of the pipe. Gross, I know. We scratched our
heads and tried to figure out how we could get it out without knocking it
further down. Most everything we could think of was too fat to even fit through
the drain hole. Then Andy asked if there was something that we could attach to
a wooden dowel to retrieve the tooth. I knew just the thing! So, using our mad MacGyver
skills, we taped Rapunzel’s ladle to the dowel.
It was the perfect size for the
tooth! Mission accomplished!
I sanitized the ladle, hung it back up in the
Tower and everyone was happy. The tooth fairy came and left Brayden a treat and a quarter. Hooray!
The moral of the story is: don’t judge a book by its
cover. Even something that seems small and insignificant can be a huge help
given the right circumstances.