You might think those two things have nothing in common, but this is a post about BratzBasher. “Aha! It all makes sense now!” you say. Or maybe you say, “Huh?” I don’t know. I’m not reading your mind, or monitoring the bug in your computer mouse.
BratzBasher is losing another baby tooth. (For some reason, I thought she was all done with that. Obviously, I’m not keeping track of these things as well as a mother should.) BB still “believes” in the Tooth Fairy. I use quotation marks because I don’t think she really believes — she just wants to. Anyway, she’s decided she wants to write a letter to our friendly, neighborhood TF to leave with her tooth, so she was determined to yank it out last night. Unfortunately, her fear of pain outweighed her eagerness to ask TF what she does with the teeth she collects. This gives me a little extra time to figure out the answer. I’m leaning towards grinding them into fertilizer to grow toothbrushes, but that might be too ridiculous. What do you think?
The bookbag portion of this post has to do with BB’s insanely heavy backpack this morning. She “accidentally” brought home three books last night. Two of them were among the heaviest textbooks her class uses: math and reading. There was also a paperback language workbook, but the weight of that is insignificant when compared with the other two. She didn’t require any of them for her homework assignment — a math worksheet that was almost complete. When I added her filled Hellboy lunchbox, the total weight of her bookbag was just shy of staggering for me.
I suppose a kind, sweet, caring mother would not have giggled at the sight of her daughter lugging an inordinately heavy bookbag around, but I couldn’t help myself. She practically dragged the thing all the way down our driveway to the bus, then attempted to cart it up the bus steps only to have it topple back down to the street. She had to go back and fetch it before attempting an alternate two-step method.
- Heave the bag onto the first step.
- Clamber up after it. Then repeat 1 and 2 with each subsequent step.
It was rather comical. Good thing she couldn’t hear me. Hopefully, her bag won’t be so heavy this afternoon.