Soup & Scoop Therapy

Tonight I was crabby. So, so crabby. I don't really know why I was crabby. I just was. This happens sometimes.

As soon as we walked through the door, La wanted to play with her Sing and Dance Pinkie Pie, and whenever she plays with that thing for more than three minutes, that torturous Pinkie singsong voice becomes so unbearable that I want to hurl my body straight out of our living room window. Thanks for the wonderful birthday present Granny Lin! We needed that thing like we needed a hole in our heads. (Pinkie Pie must be payback for all the times when I was a child that my mom pointed her finger at me and said, "YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL YOU HAVE KIDS.")

Anyway, I let her play with her stinking Pinky Pie for a good ten minutes before I turned around and screamed, "DOESN'T THAT THING PLAY ANY OTHER SONGS?" To which La replied in a quiet, scared little voice, "I just really really like this one."

Poor sweet child.

So, I turned of The Robot From Hell, restrained myself from posting it on e-Bay RIGHT THAT SECOND, and suggested that we go for some Soup Box and Bobtail Ice Cream. It turned out to be a very wise decision.

La and I had a nice little dinner followed by delicious ice cream. We chatted. We relaxed. We reminisced. It was great.

When we were sitting on that bench, I looked at La and was suddenly hit upside the head with one of those moments where you just can't believe how lucky you are to have such an amazing thing in your life. A moment where you wonder what you have possibly done to deserve such a blessing.

I looked at her with tears welling in my eyes and said, "La, you're my sweet, beautiful baby girl."

She thought about that for a second, looked back at me and with all the tenderness possible said, "Mom, you're my sweet, beautiful little tooth fairy."

I hope she doesn't realize how correct the "tooth fairy" part of that statement is.