It happened, and I have to write about it while I can still see it happening...
Today Charlie arrived at my house wearing a cute white denim jacket. It was, like everything else she wears, adorably fashionable, but her mom didn't like the buttons. Easy to replace, I said. So that's why Meagan and I were sitting at my kitchen table this afternoon, examining the contents of my button jars.
I can't really explain why we allowed Charlie to sit in the middle of the table like a pudgy little center piece...Well, yes I can -- because she's so cute. In retrospect, though, I wish we hadn't allowed her to hold that blueberry smoothie all by herself, but that's
So there we were, each of us with a jar full of buttons spread out on a placemat in front of us, with Charlie randomly doing her own research (only once attempting a taste test). Maybe it was her calm, unrushed demeanor, or maybe it was the mesmerizing effect of buttons running through our own fingers...Whatever. Meagan and I were lulled into a button-induced stupor. Our guard was down.
Suddenly, there was a change in the air. Charlie sensed it. She restlessly began scrambling the buttons with her hands, apparently enjoying the sound they made as they slid from the table onto the floor. Just as I was thinking that it might be a good idea to get her interested in something [educational] on TV, Whoosh! My placemat was whipped away, right before my very eyes. Buttons went flying everywhere.
Quick-thinking Meagan immediately tried using her hands to anchor her placemat, but to no avail. Before I could say, "No, no, Charlie, you mustn't scatter Grandma's buttons all over the kitchen like that," Charlie had distracted her mother by sprinkling a few more buttons on the floor. Of course when Meagan released her grip on her placement in an attempt to stop the little button blaster, Whoosh! Another placement whipped away, more buttons flying.
And that's how it happened. Writing about it took priority over picking up buttons. But if you'll excuse me now, I have something to do...
You are so brave Kate, to let Charlie sit on the table let alone in the presence of buttons. Hope wouldn't have lasted as long as Charlie did.
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