We had a busy day today, which means much drama for the Momma in the later hours.
My children are lovely, lovely children. But they are strong willed, hot tempered, little buggers at times. During these times? NOTHING makes them happy.
Case and point:
We've just finished our afternoon snack and we're playing in the living room, taking a little break from today's hot sun. Ryker is quietly doing a puzzle and Payton is sitting in the middle of the room with a pillow over her feet scowling at me.
"Is something wrong, Payton?"
"NO!"
"It seems like something's wrong, you look upset. Can I do anything for you?"
"NO! You no look at me!"
"That's just fine honey, I will do a puzzle with Ryker then."
"No, Momma! Come see me's toe!"
She extends her leg towards me and I move in to look at what she's drawing my attention to. "GO, Momma! You no see me's toe."
It's one of THOSE days, but now I'm thinking that there's something WRONG with the toe and the responsible parental thing to do would be LOOK at it. As much as that horrifies my daughter. I take another step towards her, "GOOOOOOOOO!"
"Payton, see Mommy's hands? They're up here. I will not touch your toe. I would only like to look at it."
Payton takes the pillow and repositions it more tightly on top of her foot, pulling it closer. She looks up at me indignantly and pulls her foot and pillow in another inch.
"Payton, can you please show Mommy your toe? It will be such a big surprise for Mommy to see it. I promise I will be so excited!"
She quietly contemplates this offer, as surprises are her most favoritest of things lately. Cautiously, the pillow is lifted, revealing a slight tear in her nail.
"Oh, honey, I AM SOOOO SURPRISED! What a GORGEOUS toe you have! WOW! It's AMAZING! I know it looks a little bit like a boo boo, but Mommy can cut your nail and it will be all better."
"You no cut me's nail!"
"But honey, if I don't cut it off, it might get stuck on something, which really WOULD hurt," I responded as I stood up to get the clippers.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"It's okay sweetie. Mommy promises it won't hurt. I promise."
"YOU. NO. CUT. MEEEEEEEEEEE!"
I wrangle her into my lap and quickly snip her tiny nail. It was the very tip that had torn, which is a clip that I am completely qualified to handle.
"See? Your boo boo's all gone! Isn't that better?"
Payton sniffles and says in her saddest of sad voice, "No Momma. It hurts me."
I pull her closer into my lap, "Can I kiss it better?"
"No. YOU make it hurt. You cut me's toe off, MOMMA." She says this last part with a tone of disgust that I'm far too familiar with.
"I didn't cut your TOE off, I just cut the end of your nail. Do you need another hug."
"I no need you's hug. You HURTS me. I HURTS! I so sad Momma..." She pulls her pillow back over top of her toe and buried her face in her knees.
"Can I do anything to make you feel better?"
"No, it's all gone. You cut me's toe off and it's all gone and it hurts," she snivels.
"Okay honey, but if you think of something that may help, you just let Mommy know, okay?"
"Okay," she responds, in a small, yet very dramatic voice.
She stands up (I KNOW- it's amazing that she can walk after such an intensive surgical procedure) and takes her pillow across the room to where Ryker is sitting. Carefully, she places the pillow on top of Ry's feet. He's in the middle of some serious puzzle business and pushes the pillow off.
Payton, with a grave look on her face, pointedly puts it back on his feet and looks up at him, "Keep toes safe Ry. Mommy cut them off. Here. Keep toes safe."
Dear God, please help me get through this night!
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