“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.
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and I remember the same thing but it was little ponies….xxx
Tutu Ritual = Hilarity and Cuteness Supreme. Hadassah just showed me this website. This website is awesome.
Aw, shucks!
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