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I am Smashed Cup Mum
What do you get when you cross a cup and a bin lorry?
Let me tell you a story on this Fablis Friday evening…
Once upon a time, there was a little girl called Princess Mini-Me. One day, OVER a year ago, Granny brought Mini-Me to a pottery cafe.
Mini-Me painted a cup, much like the one in the image below. As Mini-Me was just about to become a Big Sister, they decided that the cup would hereforth be known as “Big Sister cup”.
Cute so far eh?
Mini-Me brought her new cup home and for 3 whole months, the Big Sister Cup sat in the cupboard, where Mini-Me pretty much ignored it, apart from the odd day when she took a notion to ask for it.
Then, one fateful, cursed day, Mini-Me dropped the cup and it smashed into 3 million Smithereens, all over the kitchen floor. Cinderella’s glass slipper didn’t have a look in and THIS fairy Good-GOD-mother, didn’t have a CHANCE of fixing it.
And so the Big Sister Cup went to the big cupboard in the sky. OK, I exaggerate. It went INTO the bin, AWAY in the Bin Lorry and OUT of our minds…
A few months later, it was mentioned again out of the blue.
We drove past a Bin Lorry. She started to shout “Follow THAT BIN LOWEEEEE!” and “BIG SISTER CUP!”
We laughed (Hahahaha!) and hugged her and gently explained, once again, that the cup was BROKEN and it was GONE.
And they all lived happily ever after…
Until this evening.
8 MONTHS LATER…As the Poor Queen S-Mum collected Mini-Me from school, she was summoned by the very lovely teacher, who informed her that Mini-Me had cried for 45 minutes after breaktime. She was VERY upset apparently, and try as she might, Teacher could NOT figure out what had caused the Tootsy One’s meltdown.
“She kept talking about a cup for her sister?” said Teacher.
“Huh?” said S-Mum. (Not a single clue.)
“And something about a bin lorry?”
(Penny drops. Oh. DEAR. GOD…)
“Aaaaaah! Darling, did you see a Bin Lorry at Breaktime?” ventured S-Mum.
“Yush Mammy and I wanted my Big sister cup back…”
Well I won’t go into the verbal diahorrea that began projecting from my mouth to try to explain to Teacher why my Daughter had FALLEN APART at the sight of a bin lorry. 😐😐😐
Because, it’s just too fricken weird and too hilariously ridiculous and is YET another example of how S-Mum may get used to feeling COMPLETE MORTIFICATION AND CONFUSION for the foreseeable future.
It seems to come with the territory.
It should be part of the instructions on the Pregnancy test… “Pee on stick, Wait for line, Get used to being confused about EVERYTHING.” 😂😂
So what do you get when you cross a cup with a bin lorry?
An ABSOLUTE TRAUMA which will continue to cause Mini Meltdowns WELL into the teenage years apparently.
I smell grapes.🍷🍷🍷
Happy Friday Lovelies.💖
Watch out for the Bin Lorries. 😂😂😂