(As soon as I thought of the title, I started cracking up.)
"Time to get out, kid."
"No!"
"Come on. We have to get ready and go in the blue car to meet Daddy at the restaurant."
"No! No blue car!"
"What if I sing 'Little Bunny Foo Foo'? Then will you get out?"
Sprite considers this from her place among the drowned Dwarfs as she continues slapping her hands at the bubbles. "Okay."
She raises her arms and allows me to pluck her from the tub and wrap her in a towel.
I carry her over to my bed where her clothes are laid out and start the drying process, sneaking a few passes at her head with the towel since she hates to have her hair dried. (I have no idea why. The kid just screams when I venture toward the tresses. I don't recall any towel trauma in her pre-preschool days..)
"Bunny Foo Foo!" she demands.
"Dressed first," I reply. She submits to my control, letting me shove her legs into shorts, something she abhors as of late. (Any other girly-girl parents out there? Seriously? A dress EVERY DAY?) Finally, she is ready and we have a few minutes before we have to go, so I can pay my end of the bargain.
"Bunny Foo Foo!"
"Okay," I say, "Bunny Foo Foo." Grabbing her hands, I let her find her balance as she stands up on my side of the bed. "Ready?"
She giggles in anticipation.
As I begin to sing, she jumps in place.
"Little Bunny Foo Foo, hopping through the forest, scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head."
She laughs out. "Goon! Goon!" Her feet continue to strike the mattress in quick succession.
"No, not yet. And the fairy said, Little Bunny Foo Foo, I don't want to see you scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head."
"You a goon!" She bounces higher.
"You have three chances- Sprite, how many is three?"
She pauses and holds up her left hand, trying to place her three middle fingers before calling in the assistance of her right hand to finalize the effort. "Three!"
"Good job! And if you mess up, I'm turning you into a GOON!"
"Goon!" she croons.
"Little Bunny Foo Foo hopping through the forest- Sprite?"
She's stopped jumping and stands there, still holding my hands, but swaying as bit as her face contorts.
"You okay?"
She swallows a few times and a greenish pallor comes over her complexion. Oh, crap. The kid is going to blow.
"Do you need to throw up?" I see her nod a bit and take action.
I don't even think about it as I lift her up slightly and move her over to John's side of the bed. There she stands, with me holding her still, her eyes adjusting to the obvious vertigo she's experiencing. She gulps one more time and then looks up at me, the pink returning to her cheeks.
"Goon! Again!" she crows, ready to jump.
Crisis averted, I ease her a little more gently through the rest of the song and we leave to meet John and our friends for dinner.
(Best part about it all? I completely owned up to John at dinner about the possible sacrifice his part of the bed would have made. And laughed. Hard.)
(Yes, you should feel bad for him.. But not too bad. We were meeting him after he and those friends were done watching the Transformers movie, a movie I had wanted to see...)
(Hee hee, the title STILL has me laughing! In fact, it's my favorite title ever! I shall keep it and feed it and name it George.)
(Yes, I'm easily amused.)
Ahahahahaha! I love it since I was singing Little Bunny Poo Poo to Lilli while she was sitting on the potty the other day. I don't think she was as amused as I was. How is it that our kids go through the same song obsessions at the same times? Although I admit we do the Disney version where Little Bunny Foo Foo kisses those pesky field mice on the head. And I get to sound like an idiot doing the fairy godmother voice. *sigh* I am SO SICK OF LBFF!
Posted by: Rachel | July 02, 2009 at 04:39 AM
That IS a great title and PHEW for the crisis averted. Puke is worse than poop on the clean up scale. At least it is on my scale.
Posted by: Casey | July 02, 2009 at 05:42 AM
...so wrong.
Posted by: hubbyjohn | July 02, 2009 at 07:08 AM
Love it and the fact the bunny gets bopped on the head and not "kissed" as in the lame ass disney-fied version I have heard some sing.
Posted by: Stacy | July 02, 2009 at 07:13 AM
I am very glad that this had a happy ending. How come we both have girly girls when neither of us are? Abby loves to dress up and carry a purse. She even picks out a dress if we let her pick out her clothes. Oh well.
Posted by: Becca | July 02, 2009 at 07:14 AM
OMG, I'd forgotten all about Little Rabbit Foo-Foo; that's how I learned it.
And I agree with Casey - puke is worse than poop to clean up.
Posted by: Jan | July 02, 2009 at 07:35 AM
My oldest daughter is converting my youngest to be a girly girl. They both want to wear dresses all the time, and my oldest won't even wear a dress if it's not "fancy enough."
My youngest was throwing up all the time when she was little. She had the biggest gag reflex. I hope she's over that phase!
Posted by: Ginny Marie | July 02, 2009 at 07:53 AM
Yeah, we went thru the dresses only stage. Leggings helped.
I see nothing wrong with you sacrificing John's side of the bed. After all, you were sacrificing Optimus Prime, no?
Posted by: Maureen at IslandRoar | July 02, 2009 at 07:57 AM
Thanks, now I've got "Little Bunny Foo Foo" stuck in my head for the rest of the day!
And BTW, our little bunny was a "bopper" too. Why else would the fairy turn him into a goon?
Posted by: Mary Anne | July 02, 2009 at 08:22 AM
I know the song from watching Wee Sing videos over... and over... and over. I *loathe* that song, but you just made it a little more bearable because now I'll now I'll use the word "spew" instead and imagine Sprite (almost) puking all over John's side of the bed. And then I'll laugh.
Yes, I'm easily amused, too.;)
Posted by: Sam | July 02, 2009 at 08:28 AM
Few things are less fun or predictable than barf. Yuck. I think the worst part is that it's usually part solid/part liquid which is 100X harder to clean up (and always managed to go somewhere impossible to clean!)Crisis well averted!
I shall now add Bunny Foo Foo to my dinner time repetiore. LG will love it!
Posted by: Mama Badger | July 02, 2009 at 08:38 AM
Disaster averted! That's wonderful that she didn't spew (hee!). I was expecting she would. Good job, you!
Posted by: Camille | July 02, 2009 at 08:52 AM
you are too funny! and yes, if he gets to go out for a movie then he has to sacrifice his side of the bed to potential child vomit. fair is fair.
Posted by: jenni | July 02, 2009 at 08:57 AM
Hey, forgot to link with my spin on kids for the week:
http://www.islandroar.com/2009/07/my-daughter-going-to-town--------she-wears-layers-of-clashing----flowered-shirts----her-purse-carefully-thrown----over-her-h.html
Thanks!
Posted by: Maureen at IslandRoar | July 02, 2009 at 09:22 AM
I am glad there was no puking! And I would have done the same thing...
Posted by: Jenni Jiggety | July 02, 2009 at 10:32 AM
Dude, I am AFRAID of all the little-kid puke stories circling the internet lately. Just... yikes. So not ready for that. So not even in that league, I don't think.
Hooray for quick thinking on moving her, though! ;)
Posted by: bessie.viola | July 02, 2009 at 10:48 AM
ahhh George! i totally miss that cartoon.
but spewing kids are a whole other ball game.
i am so happy that mine are old enough for the most part to make it to the toilet!
andy
Posted by: andy | July 02, 2009 at 12:32 PM
it's only fair!
Posted by: Kyooty | July 02, 2009 at 02:29 PM
It is an excellent title.
Posted by: K | July 02, 2009 at 02:33 PM
Brilliant! Now I know I'm not the only one who makes those split-second decisions about whose side of the bed/clean laundry/book collection will cop it!
Posted by: Meowmie | July 02, 2009 at 08:31 PM
lol! Awesome. I'd totally do the same thing.
Posted by: Keely | July 02, 2009 at 08:58 PM
Dude, I love putting dresses on my girls. Because you don't have to match them with anything. Over the head and you're done! Same reason I love flips flops and forced my kids to learn how to walk in them. Because they're easy.
Summer is the best.
Posted by: blissfully caffeinated | July 02, 2009 at 09:10 PM
"I shall keep it and feed it and name it George"
Favorite line!
Posted by: RatalieNose | July 02, 2009 at 09:29 PM