Last night as I was rushing to get the new office finished, Ella had a rare moment and was actually playing by herself. As I am putting the final touches to the office to surprise Geoff when he comes home, Ella starts calling for me. I ignored it for a while answering her from another room hoping that would pacify whatever "issue" she had at the moment.
I hate to always dialogue our conversations, but it just goes better when I do.
"mom, something happened."
"ok Ella"
"mommy, I think there is something wrong"
Knowing Jake was with me I was not that worried about whatever it was that was "wrong" at the time
"Ok Ella, give me a min and I will be in there"
"Momeeeeeee, my pumpkin is squishy!!!!"
(what???!!!!)
Enter Ella
"Mommy come quick, my pumpkin is squishy"
I get into her play room and you can see Ella's tiny little handprint on the side of her HUGE pumpkin. I tell Ella to go straight to the bathroom and wash her hands while I took her pumpkin outside. Of course, the typical three year old that she is, did not, and followed me straight out side terrified about what I was about to do to her beloved pumpkin.
I gently set the pumpkin down and right as I do, the side of it falls out revealing some un mentionable grossness that we will skip over.
Ella looks down as it is oozing and ask what is wrong with it. I just said it was sick and we needed to go wash our hands. That is when Ella started calling. Calling for the doctor. At the top of her lungs, 9:30 at night, calling for the dr to come and give her pumpkin some medicine. Because you know that is what happens when you are sick. A Dr gives you medicine and you get better. So why wouldn't a Dr. fix this molding, leprosy looking stinky pumpkin.
Explain THAT one to her....