Last Christmas, BedtimeBetty's dad gave her the moon. A Moon In My Room, anyway. Even after a year, she's still excited about her moon and spends time every night clicking it to whichever phase makes her most happy. Last night her moon -- and her heart -- broke.
BedtimeBetty: I want my moooooooon!
Awesomeness: Aw, don't cry baby, you can see your moon tomorrow.
Mr. Awesomeness: Your moon is broken honey. We need to fix it.
BedtimeBetty: You fix my moon please?
Mr. Awesomeness: We can't fix it right now, we need to go to the store to fix your moon.
Awesomeness: The store is closed right now, baby girl.
Mr. Awesomeness: And it's on fire.
Awesomeness: And it's been abducted by aliens.
Mr. Awesomeness: Don't worry honey. Tomorrow the aliens will return the store and put out the fire. Ni' night.
We checked this morning and sure enough, the store is exactly where it should be. It's also not on fire.
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