Yikes, I think I earned my own personal spot in hell today, the place where the wicked mommies and horrible stepmothers go
Okay... so I overexaggerate a little, but still, I was being a little evil. (Maleficent move over)
You see, here in the land of the dutch, we celebrate what we call 'Sinterklaas' (Saint Nicolas) and the good old saint has arrived in our country by great big steamboat on Saturday. That means that all the little dutch (and Belgium) children get to put out their shoes every so often at night, and the 'Sint' (short for Sinterklaas) and his merry Pieten (his helpers) put presents or yummy treats in their shoes. It's a cool tradition. We tell them they come through the chimney (sound familiar?) and they have to sing special themed songs in front of their shoes when they go to bed. Often children leave a carrot or some other things for the horse of Sinterklaas.
Elora was blessed with a full shoe after she put out her shoe. When I was at my parents house for dinner, Elora was taking her afternoon nap (I had gone straight to my parents house after work, and my mom takes care of Elora while I am at work)
Now I need to tell you something before I go on, because if else this story makes no sense. Elora is a nailbiter. She is only two and a half years old, but she is going at those nails with a vengeance. Nothing I have said or done so far could stop her, so my dad had a brilliant idea. He bought some stuff that you can put on the fingernails that taste horrific, so she stops biting them. The problem is, Elora is 2 1/2 and just randomly putting things on her fingers does no longer work. So we have to be cunning, or we have to be ready to get into a longwinded argument, where I end up saying a lot of things like: "Because I SAID SO!" Not fun, and I miss those days where she would just do anything I said without questioning me
Anyway, my dad noticed that the horrible stuff was held in a bottle that looked a little like a nailpolish bottle. Now... my daughter likes all things 'boy' (cars, swords etc) but the thought of nailpolish she LOVES. She is always pretending to polish her nails.
So here comes the wicked mommy part. We wrapped up this horrible stuff and pretended it was a present from Sinterklaas and dropped it in her shoe. She was so happy, and I felt like a real heel when she opened her present.
Proudly she started putting on the 'nailpolish' with scary accuracy for a not quite 3 year old. When she decided to give her nails another layer, it got a bit much and I took it away. Then... the poor thing put her hand in her mouth.
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YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN HER FACE!!!
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And what did wicked mommy do?
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she laughed......

(until she litterally cried)
Poor Elora went the bathroom to rince out her mouth.
And ofcourse the evil mommy, nanna and opa (grandfather) were still laughing.
But apparently karma is a female dog, because somehow I got some on my hands too. And when, during dinner, I picked something off my plate and ate it with my hands, I got that same horrible sensation in my mouth. Well deserved, don't you think?
And trust me... it was the gift that kept on giving, and it was HORRIBLE!!!!
Serves me right!
