Morning Ritual

“Mama? Where is my tutu?”

“This one?”

“No! Not that one!”

“…This one?”

“No! Not that one!”

“…What about this one, darling? You love this one!”

“No! Not that one! Mae-Mae no love that one!” (she says as she clutches it to her face, stroking it)

“How about this one?”

“NO! NOT THAT ONE!”

“This? Surely this one?”

“NO! NO! NO! NO! NOT THAT ONE!”

“This one, DARLING? THIS ONE? THIS BLOODY TUTU? THIS TUTU IN THE ENDLESS SEA OF BLOODY TUTUS THAT HAS BECOME MY EVERY MORNING?”

“..hmm?…Um. No.”

We collapse. Overcome by tulle and ennui.

She turns to me, angel-faced. Touches my cheek as if to say; such is life, Mama.

And then she roars ‘NO TUTU, MAMA! I WANT POPCORN!’ and we begin our day.

Advertisements

6 thoughts on “Morning Ritual

  1. Pingback: Things I Wear On My Head To Amuse The Children #2 « our tiny landscapes

  2. Pingback: Three Hundred & Sixty Five – Days at Home: Week Sixteen. | our tiny landscapes

  3. Pingback: Pre-Party Ritual. | Our Tiny Landscapes

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s