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Marshmallowey Goodness

“Mom! Youngest isn’t compromising!”

Oldest was screaming this as she came up the stairs. They were downstairs playing rock star Polly. They dress up their dolls like rock stars and then stage a performance. Every detail is mapped out. Lighting, the stage, the songs. Every detail. Every single one. They spend weeks on just one show.

Oldest was shouting out her problem. I told her to stop yelling at me. I couldn’t understand what she was saying and it made me angry when she shouted at me. She lowered her voice about half a notch and repeated herself.

It seems Youngest’s plan to have a dump truck crash through the wall and deliver the rock stars wasn’t feasible. 1. It would cost too much. You’d have to buy a dump truck and then you’d have to pay for the repairs to the wall you crashed through. 2. Flying cinderblocks could injure innocent bystanders. 3. It was stupid.

Youngest came running up the stairs to make her point. I sat on the floor with my knitting needles and yarn. I was trying to listen to my iPod and knit a sock. I didn’t expect a sudden Rock Star Polly crisis but you can’t always plan these things. I mediated as they proceeded to negotiate with so much passion and purpose that I considered filming it as a training film for world leaders.

The grand entrance went through many different scenarios. Dump trucks, trash trucks, candy, chocolate, marshmallows, banana peels. I was feeling a little dizzy. Finally it was decided. A rented dump truck would dump banana peels on the stage. The rock stars would enter the stage and slip on the banana peels. They would then crash into a huge pile of marshmallows. This would send the marshmallows flying out into the audience and the show would begin, all the better for it’s marshmallowey goodness.

I was happy the crisis had ended. I went back to knit my sock. Except now I was giggling the whole time. I sat and wondered what I did for entertainment before I had kids. My life must have been very very boring.