Alright, so just wash him! Got it.
"Hey Jonathan?!"
"Yeeeeaaaaah..."
"Shall we give Teddy a bath?"
"No."
"In the washing machine, it'll be fun! Grab dino too, so teddy won't be lonely."
"ummm... Okay! I go get dino..."
Can you see where this is going?
thud.. thud.... slam.
Jonathan threw them in, shut the door, and hit the wash button.
"Okay mommy! Teddy in da bath!"
He watches the machine spin one way, then the other (weight testing). He thinks this is hilarious.
"Teddy go round ann round!"
Well, what was I stressed about? This was easy! He loves it!
Just then, the machine starts to fill. Jonathan starts to PANIC.
"Open da door! OPEN DA DOOR!!!!"
He tries desperately to pull on the door with all his might.
"MOMMY!!!!!! OPEN DAAAAA DOOOOOOOR!!!!"
Screeching and screaming he yanks and pulls in vain.
Realizing what kind of mistake I made, and knowing that this will continue so long as he can see Teddy's sudsy, soaked limp body sloshing this way, then that, I pealed his fingers off the door and took him upstairs. Like a mama bear fighting for her cub, he flailed and gnashed, screaming "OPEN DAAAAA DOOOOOOOR!!!!" so loud his voice cracked at every word.
The doorbell rang. It was the mailman with a MUCH anticipated parcel that I refused to wait until Monday for.
I frantically called Tom at work on Skype, plopped our screaming child in front of the screen, and ran downstairs to catch the delivery man just leaving from dropping off a Sorry We Missed You notice. I got my parcel from his van and ran back to the house.
Jonathan is hysterical, sobbing to daddy. All Tom could make out was that it had something to do with a bath. He calms him down while I set up a Thomas movie on the other computer. Jonathan is now calm, but has those uncontrollable huhuhuhuhha's. Tom tells me to grab back up Teddy (who, in the tragic event that just transpired, was not thrown in to the machine yet).
I plop down Backup Teddy by Jay. Tom asks "Hey Jay, LOOK! Who's THAT?!"
With a quivering lip, big red eyes, and a tear slowly making it's way down his cheek, Jonathan responds "Not Teddy."
You-Tubed Thomas the Train episodes holds him off of complete melt down mode (although peppered with a few quivering bottom lips and pleas to have teddy back).
Obviously hang drying was not an option at this point.
Teddy and friends were whipped though the delicate dry cycle and reunited with their traumatized buddy just in time for his nap. Although still quite damp, Jonathan wrapped his arms around Teddy and has not let go.
2 comments:
Ah that's tough. Reid's attachment is to his blanket though only when he's tired/going to bed. Thankfully it can do the washer and dryer just fine (Wow they can sure get stinky fast!). But he's not so fond of the whole washing thing either. So I try and do it when he's not looking. When I saw an adult sized blanket at target made of the same fabric/color I bought it, cut it in quarters so he now has five of the same blanket (although he often thinks he needs to sleep with all of them, creating quite the nest in his bed). Tougher though when Jonathan takes it everywhere and the washing process is a bit more complicated. I would definitely "rough up" the new bear. Good luck!
oh dear.. that was traumatic...
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