The other day I was making the bed when my hand hit something hard. I reached between the mattresses and pulled out a chunky plastic toy ring– the kind you might get from a gumball machine. Wondering a little, I set it on my husband’s nightstand and finished making the bed.
Eight-year-old Cornflower walked in a little later and picked it up, asking, “Is this Daddy’s ring?”
“No,” I said, “I don’t know who it belongs to– but I pulled it out from between the mattresses. Isn’t that funny?”
“Yeah,” she said, big grin on her face. “I put it there. I was going to ask him this morning how he slept.”
I started laughing. “Oh, you wanted to see if he was a real princess, eh?”
“Yep! I was going to use a pea, but I was afraid it would be too messy!”
Score one for Cornflower, who never feels like she has had a good day unless she makes someone laugh.
I would appreciate a plastic ring… my kids like to put cracker crumbs in my bed – and sometimes sand.