... fur isn't all it is cracked up to be

The girls and I had a crazy busy day, and we didn't leave the house once. We got up, did the usual morning stuff, and a friend called and I begged her to come over with her daughter to keep us entertained. She said yes, after her daughter finished her activity. G. often takes a long time to get out of the house with the gatrillions of stuff she is obliged to carry around with her, so we decided to start making cookies.

This time, of course, G. was at our house in 30 minutes.

I was so not expecting that. But G's daughter, C5, jumped in and helped us. We rolled and cut and rolled and cut. C5 fussed at Q2 for blowing raspberries and for eating too much dough C5 fussed at C4 for not covering her mouth well enough when coughing. She was right, of course. But thanks for pointing out my parenting flaws, C5!!

The cookies were cooked all cut and thrown the oven, and the girls played nicely until it was time to decorate. They decorated, then they went to play nicely again until we realized it was 1:00 and, gee, maybe they needed lunch. They ate a bit, and went to play nicely again. This was just a love fest, they had a great time. G. ran some errands and while she was gone the girls came down to finish lunch and eat some cookies. Then they played a bit more. Until 2:58 when our 3:00 playdate arrived!

Right on time, I. and her three boys arrived. By then my girls were abit more cranky, but still things went smoothly. They were good. C4 opened a package from my mom (a dalmation "fur" coat) and Q2 opened her "you didn't get a gift so here is a gift" gift (a doll with purple hair). The boys came and went, all was fine.

Dinner, video, and daddy came home. As we were sending the girls up for their baths, C39 said "WHAT!? Are you Cruella DeVil?? You have a dalmation fur coat???"

And as he said this C4's face just dropped like a lead weight. She had hung the coat up on her coat hook, and although she'd not tried it on, she'd accepted it as hers and a good item of clothing. It was hers. But her face wobbled as she digested the fact that she had a dalmation fur coat.

ARRRGGGAATEJEJSKALELELS!!!%%^^&EW#LEWLKEKW!!!!

C39 sometimes doesn't think before he speaks to our sensitive child.

We reassured her that the coat was fake fur and it wasn't a dalmation fur coat and that daddy was teasing her. C4 garbled up something about the coat for Q2 when she was 4 years old, and how she didn't want daddy to tease her.

So, if she ever puts that coat on, now, I'll be amazed.