Thursday, March 13, 2008

Teensy's Nightmare

Last night, our sweet Teense came into our room sobbing at about 3:00 a.m. She'd had a nightmare. I picked her up and took her back to bed, where I wrapped her favorite blanket snuggly around her and rubbed her arm while whispering words of comfort. "Shh...it's okay...Mommy's here...what happened?"

Through her little hiccups she was able to relate to me the events of her terrible dream. (Sob, sob) "I was...not obedient to you... (hiccup, sob) and you...cut off all my hair!"

In light of this event, I have decided that she can now have her scissor privileges returned to her. (Remember why said priviledges were suspended in the first place?) I guess I no longer need to remind her what will happen if she cuts her own hair again every time she even looks at a pair of scissors. Lesson learned. Maybe even a little too well...

8 comments:

Christie said...

So cute, it is funny what they have nightmares about

Cami said...

Oh my goodness! Has she been reading Pope Joan??

whitney allison said...

Hahahahahaha! You sure know how to instill fear. Next time you need to comfort her just tell her she sings like a rock star, she really likes that one!

Sally said...

Oh this is a good one. Yes, your words have sunk in. The principal at the girls' school has certain homework that they're supposed to do right before bed, assuming that it will stick better. You did it all on your own! Were you threatening her right before bed? That would be the most optimal time.

Tracy said...

Hmmmm...you'd think my Selena would have hair cutting nightmares.

Deb said...

way to go, mendy. you've given her a phobia of scissors and short hair. :)

(and i thought of pope joan too!)

lindsey said...

Very funny! She is a very funny girl. You must share your secret to instilling that kind of fear. Brock keeps telling me I am "denoying (annoying) fartypants" I can't get him to stop, nothings working.

Jenni said...

Such a funny story!! The pope joan comments are very funny!!:)

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