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Wacky Wednesday – Will Wave for Candy

Since this blog sat on my to do list for a while as I was busy living this life and journey, I’ve started out writing about the past. Most of it is pretty ugly. Breast Cancer isn’t really very funny. Parenthood, however, I will admit can be really really funny. And I do try to laugh at myself as often as possible. When you combine That Girl, That Guy, and My Girls, you get a pretty Wacky life. When I was a child, probably when I was learning to read, one of my favorite books was “Wacky Wednesday” by Dr. Seuss. Since we constantly talk about how wacky my oldest is, my Wednesday posts will be sharing what I think are pretty Wacky stories, quotes, and silliness from our lives. Enjoy!

The day before we attended our local Halloween parade, That Little Girl was talking about it and looking forward to it. It was a non-stop thought for her. I am not sure if she was more excited to get candy or dress up as her favorite princess. I may have lost the princess battle in this house, but I do fight the candy and junk food battle pretty well. We don’t allow her too much candy normally, so to her this is the mother lode of junk food for her. I am not sure how common it is to still throw candy from floats and as the participants walk by, but our town still allows it.

So during one of the five million renditions of the conversation leading up to the day of the parade, she asked my husband and I to grab the candy off the street. We said, “Of course we will help you, but what are you going to be doing?” She counters with, “Well, I have to do my princess wave. The more I wave, the more candy they will throw.” Well, the whole reading into what goes into that thought concerns me obviously, but girl loves her candy, so I tried not to worry too much.

Then came the day of the parade. This kid doesn’t just wave her hand, she had her scepter going and she was waving very seriously with her entire body. She varied between versions of swaying with a slight Mona Lisa smile with arms going in the most lyrical interpretation of the local school band music. And she cleaned up. Some guy even came over with a full size candy bar he pulled out of some special bag and told her she was the best princess he had seen all day. I’m going to pretend that it was not at all creepy, because he meant well, but really?? I’m pretty sure he only showed her exactly what I was afraid she was thinking! The full size candy bar obviously disappeared into the husband’s work stash after a full on inspection of the wrapper.

At one point, the firetrucks came through and she asked me to wave for her, my husband to grab the candy, and she was going to cover her ears in case there were sirens. At four years old, this kid has it all figured out. I won’t get into the ways that this is so messed up, there are professional people and amazing books (Cinderella Ate My Daughter by Peggy Orenstein here) that cover the princess culture created and all that is pink, pink, pink.

But going back to That Little Girl’s quite correct hypothesis, if only life still worked that way for us as adults. We could smile smugly and wave our arms to get what we wanted! Better yet, wave and have others do the manual labor. I have a few things I’d like to wave away these days! And while I’m at it, can I make every day a fun family day? And can every conversation we have be as insightful as this one was? That Girl’s got some work to do on this whole concept. In the meantime, we will be That Family with candy overflowing out of the cabinets for the next six months or until I get disgusted by it all and it disappears. I can’t be the only mama who does that?

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  1. Heidi Ahnert says:

    I laughed all the way through this. She reminds me of my daughter, Emily at that age. Come to think of it, Emily still smiles and waves and gets her way most of the time. But that’s another story. Thanks for sharing.

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