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More misadventure in the backyard
April 18, 2010 - Jennifer Brookens
With the official start of the weekend, we broke out the grill and turned the kids loose to play in the backyard. My daughter is on "treasure hunt" mode, all excited because she found a "gemstone" (a marble-like decorative stone that you can get by the bagful at the dollar store) while digging in her sandbox. "I'm going to find us all sorts of treasure and we'll be rich," she boasts, armed only with a tiny plastic shovel.
"Go for it, sweetie," I encourage, as I prepare the meats and side dishes in the kitchen. Five minutes later, she comes barging into the kitchen, hysterically crying. "I LOST IT!" she bawled. "What did you lose," I ask. "My gemstone! I dropped it and now I can't find it." Knowing it couldn't have gone far, I go out and look around the small area she was "treasure hunting." Asking her if she was holding it in her hand or was it in her pocket, her story changes... "OK, I'll be honest," she sniffed after a few minutes of poking around grass clumps and dirt lumps. "I buried it. Can you find it?"
She's asking this of the woman who loses her keys/cell phone on a daily basis! I try to humor her, even though she's still hysterical. I try everything to calm her as I comb through the loose dirt, even telling her we could get a whole bag of these "gemstones" at the dollar store. Still no luck. At this time Dad comes out, hears the whole sob story, and moves about five feet over and finds it in about a minute. Daddy's the hero.
But even after showering Daddy with love and praise, she comes over and gives me a big hug. Then she whispers in my ear, "Can we still get a bag of gems from the dollar store?"
I swear I heard the bunnies under the shed laughing.
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