Thursday, March 26, 2009

Her name is Margaret. Sometimes Meg, but never THE MEG.

It has recently come to my attention that my 18 month old angel has acquired a questionable reputation among her male counterparts. Brothers Tanner and Andrew have both reported her to possess the less than admirable qualities of lego-smashing and rain boot swiping. I've seen the evidence myself: Astronauts now reside in her doll house instead of their rocket. Soccer cleats are never in Tanner's closet, where he places them, but are suspiciously replaced by pink slippers- size 4.
I diligently answer each call of distress, but upon investigation I only discover a curious little girl, so eager to be a part of her brothers' lives. So enamored is she that her day revolves around their plans, their toys and yes- especially their shoes.
The only explanation I can come up with is that my darling toddler must occassionaly transform into THE MEG. Or at least that is what her brothers call her when she is up to her deeds. Now, we gave our daughter a lovely name, Margaret Estelle. And being considerate parents we allow the nickname, Meg, to be used at home. However, this has gone too far. THE MEG?
Dear Tooth Fairy-
On behalf of Tanner, we just had to spread the news: Tooth #6 is now available for the taking!! So you are officially invited to our home this very night.
We know you are busy and can not give us an exact time, so we'll just leave the night light on for you. You are always welcome here.
Also, we hesitate to bring up the past, but please know that we bear you no ill will concerning your recent oversight and tooth #5. You were probably just exhausted that night. No doubt you are a mom-fairy as well as a tooth-fairy. Certainly you were consumed elsewhere. Perhaps the fairy P.T.A. or a Book Fair or cutting out 100 fleece blankets kept you up late that night.
Not to worry. We'll pretend that slight slip-up never even happened.
Looking forward to your visit tonight,
The Burke Bunch