My first clue should have been that things were all quiet. Too quite. Eleanor had been on her own for several minutes, and I was happily dorking around over coffee with the church secretary in the fellowship hall.
I look suspiciously around. “ELEANOR!” I called. “Here I am, Mommy, I find deez.” comes a voice from my office. Ah, she’s run back to us with here little stars necklaces. OK. Good.
She tottles off to the nursery to play.
I go in to my office.
Oh.
My.
God.
What a mess!
She’s poured all the glitter into a pile in the middle of my office carpet.
ALL OF IT.
Pile.
I didn’t kill her, but I thought about it. I’m pretty sure the Tooth Fairy put her up to it. However, it was kind of pretty there, all sparkly and such. Scooping as much of it as I could back in to the canister was a riot. I just seemed to be spreading it around more. Then I was covered in tiny shiny bits. I called he to come into my office and she collapsed on the floor. “NOOOOOOOooooooo…” She knew what she had done and that it was WAY WRONG.
After play group she walks up to me and says, all sad, “I’m sowry I pour gwitter in you office, Mommy.”
And, just like that… all is forgiven.
