| Annie and Silly Putty |
[Sep. 21st, 2006|12:41 am] |
It's been quite an evening with Dadder.
Amy's still fighting bronchitis, so after Quinn came back from the pulmonologist following up on her pneumonia, it was only 2:30 and Amy was about to pass out. Amy put on Annie for Quinn and went up to bed.
Now, I don't think we've discussed quite how ravenous the appetite for Annie is in this house, but trust us: It is large. Quinn knows it all, knows many songs, etc etc. She used to not be able to watch any scene with Miss Hannigan, because Quinn's #1 fear is of anyone being mean. Now it's OK, because she knows "She's silly mean!"
Typically what we'll do is sometimes before bed, she'll get to watch the first half hour, and then skip to the big ending where ....
**** SPOILER ALERT!!! ***
.... Annie gets to live with Daddy Warbucks and they all live happily ever after. The last two times we've done this, though, she has cried. "I want anovver Annie movie about where she lives in the big house!" She is so like her mom at being able to cry at both sad and happy endings.
So today, at about 4:10 when Annie got over, after Quinn had even sat through the scary part on the bridge, Quinn was sobbing. Sobbing. I tried to talk to her and cheer her up, but she was having none of it. I sang silly lyrics to Backyardigans songs, but she scolded me: "Dad, don't be SIL-ly when I'm SAD!" So I just went back to work in my green chair, and let her be sad. Again, just like how I do when her mom is sad and doesn't want to be cheered up.
After a bit, she came over by my chair, plopped on the floor, and started coloring in a Barbie coloring book with markers. After a minute I remembered that we had a new rule in the house where we only write at a table, because of the couple of colorful spots on the carpet. :-(
"Quinn, please sit at a table. Or your little desk over there." "Dad, can you bring it over here?" So I went and picked up her little schoolhouse-style desk and put it over by the couch, about 6 feet from my green work chair. "No, I want it by your chair." So I brought it over right next to my chair, and she sat there and colored, happy and content. It made me so happy to be a dad.
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Later, we got ready to go have dinner at Steak & Shake, since I really wanted to get out of the house. I went to go into the garage, walking towards the door near the bathroom. "Dad! Don't go into the bathroom!"
I went in, but didn't see (or smell) anything obviously wrong. She followed close behind. "Quinn, what's wrong?" She answered in a quiet voice, "I don't want you to look. I made a mistake."
I looked around, but didn't see anything. No water on the floor. Nothing on the floor of note. Then I saw a towel on the sink, covering a lumpy object. I reached to pick up the towel and she implored, "I don't want you to look!"
I found the remote control for the TiVo.

I asked "Quinn, what happened?" "I put Silly Putty on it." It all fell together. She had showed me impressions in the Silly Putty from various objects earlier in the day. Apparently she'd tried to get an impression of the buttons on the remote, and Silly Putty didn't peel off the soft textured buttons. Then I realized that it was wet.
"Sweetie, why is it wet?"
"I tried to wash it off. I washed it in the sink."
I was annoyed that she hid it from me, and so very proud of her industriousness. But I told her "Sweetie, I know you made a mistake, and that's OK. If you make a mistake, I want you to tell me, or tell mom. I'm not mad. I love you, and we can clean it later. Now, let's go to Steak & Shake and have some cheese fries."
Oh yes, she does love to dip fries in cheese now. So many things the kid loves. |
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