But it was IN a plastic bag!!! This afternoon as I was working on updating this blog, I heard a horrible commotion upstairs. Rayna was screaming and wailing…in obvious agony over some tragedy or another. Not terribly concerned, I continued my typing. A few moments later I heard what sounded for all of the world like a wounded elephant staggering down the stairs. It turned out to be my heart-broken four year old. As she came through the door, she was wailing so hard that she could hardly breathe, much less speak coherently. As I began piecing together the story between torrents of tears and gasping wails, Darcy barged in, to defend herself…

Rayna: “Muzzer, Darcy didn’t OBEY me! I told her ‘NO!’ and she did it anyway!”

Mother: “What did she do?”

Rayna: “She let the bug go-oh” (last word drawn out in a pitiful wail)

Mother: “Who had the bug first?”

Rayna: “Darcy.”

Mother: “Whose bug was it?”

Rayna: “Darcy’s.”

Mother: “Well, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

Rayna: “But Darcy didn’t OBEY me!!! I told her let me have the bug! I wanted to KEEP it. She threw it outside. I WANTED it. I wanted to PLAY with it and keep it!!!”

Darcy: “That bug is GLAD I let him go!!!”

Rayna: (wailing anew) “Now you are EMBARRASSING me!”
Then, turning her back on her sister, “Muzzer, I wanted to keep HIM!”

Mother: “I don’t want bugs in my house.”

Rayna: “He was in a plastic bag!”  ¶ 3/01/2006 01:00:00 PM