My little person came sprinting into the bathroom, a place where I have known no privacy for nearly five years, waving a pair of little mermaid underwear at me through the shower door. “Mommy! I want to bring these to school in case I have an accident and need to change!” Now she doesn’t normally have accidents at school, so the alarm bells immediately began sounding. Letting her take them to school was a sure-fire way to guarantee that she would have an “accident” so she could swap underwear mid-day. “Why don’t you just change now if that’s the pair you want to wear?” Silly question. “Because mommy, I love ALL my new chones!” she exclaimed giggling, as she jumped and wiggled her way around the bathroom to ensure I got the full effect of her fabulous new underwear from the Easter bunny.
I love my little one’s sense of humor. If there is ever a chance to laugh, she wholeheartedly embraces it. She loves the element of surprise, and I love the way some of the most trivial day-to-day occurrences tickle her breathless. She learned the art of a good surprise last summer when my parents were not able to come to Austin for her birthday. They were heartbroken, so the trickster (as she now loves to refer to herself) and I planned to surprise them in Houston. My sweet girl still loves to recount in perfect detail how surprised my mom was, and how the two of us are such “tricky” girls.
What I have underestimated in my child since then is her commitment to pulling off a good surprise, and the will power she has to wait out the denouement of her trickeries. When I picked my sweet love up from school, she came charging across the play yard and into my arms. We hugged, I asked her how her day was, and as we walked inside to gather her things she started belly laughing. “Mommy guess what chones I’m wearing?” she asked, her voice brimming with excitement. “You’re wearing your mermaid ones” I ventured, unsure of where this line of questioning was leading. The squeals of delight that erupted from my precious girl were contagious as she lifted up her dress to show me that she was wearing not one, but two pairs of her new underwear. “I tricked you mommy! I wore TWO chones!” Neither one of us could stop laughing.
For dinner that night we tried a vegan pasta recipe that uses avocado to create a creamy, flavorful sauce. I don’t know what was better, the food or listening to my little one repeatedly remind me how she had so sneakily worn two pairs of chones to school in between mouthfuls of yumminess.
When I picked up my angel from school the following day, she caught me off guard again. The little turkey had managed to layer not one, not two, but three pairs of chones UNDER her leggings. In my opinion, that’s quite a feat.