Signs of a successful play date

Its 5 o’ clock.  First glass of chardonnay in hand.  As any mommy anywhere in the world would know this is in fact the witching hour.  Folk legends depict midnight as the time of day when the monsters come out, but I hereby publicly beg to differ.  Gioia is naked on her potty and crying hysterically.  ‘Mackenzie Mackenzie’ is all that I can make out between sobs.  The play date has come to a teary end, your first clue that it was successful?  The Bean is completely fatigued as the girls danced, laughed, sang, sobbed and ramshackled the flat together, your second clue that the afternoon went well.  I have to get her into a warm tubbie because her lips are a shade of azure (that is blue to you Johan) and signs of hypothermia are becoming apparent.  Mackenzie and Gioia spent the last fifteen minutes playing between raindrops and jumping in the puddles, a simple feat that delighted them completely and seemed to beautifully punctuate the end of the day.  Now, monster Gioia has reared her head.  Instead of fighting the storm like Rambo with an AK47 and I decide to try an alternate, more homeopathic method. I turn up Enya’s soothing voice and pour myself yet another glass of chilled wine before coming to her rescue.  Rubbing my earlobes slowly, while chanting woosaa, seems to facilitate the process and gives me the confidence I need to make my way down the passage and into the monsters lair.  Alright, I’m ready now.

Benade Babes



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