Preface: One piece of furniture we added to our new family room has been a 3 drawer dresser. One drawer is filled with some of Pearce's toys that he would rather his little sister and brother didn't play with while he is away at school. He was actually onto something in thinking about the safety of his toys while his siblings played with them. What he didn't think about was the safety of his siblings while playing with his toys.
And so begins the scripture:
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While standing at the kitchen sink I heard McCullough's, " I need help but can't put it in words right now," cry. I turned around and saw her holding up Pearce's new Lighting McQueen remote control car against her blonde curls. The car that was in Pearce's coveted toy safety drawer. Then I heard the sound. The sound that a remote control makes when stuck up against the wall. That 2 wheel drive , stuck in the snow, and nowhere to go, sound. In McCullough's other hand she held the remote, and continued to press it in the "Forward," control position . "McCullough drop the remote! Drop the remote!" The wheels stopped. But it was too late. McQueen had already won the race against Cully's golden locks. Her hair was tightly wrapped around the front two wheels that sealed the car against her head above her left ear.
Man, did I wish I had the insensitivity to take a picture at this moment. Priceless.
Once McCullough calmed down we cut McQueen free. I asked her if we could save the hair so we could laugh about it when she turns 18. With her trademark eyebrow move, she declared, "Me no laughing now."
With that, I dropped the curls into the garbage and left the room to control my laughter. All while thinking, Quinn stay out of Pearce's drawer. Dear God, stay out of the drawer.
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