Tooth Floss and Helicopters -- Day 973

Here's the situation. Daddy is sleeping -- or better yet -- trying to sleep. Kerry is in the bathroom. And lastly, Anna is downstairs doing something. We think she is playing.

Then Anna starts yelling, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy," ...ok, just add about 50 more 'mommies' in there and you'll get the idea. Daddy is ignoring Anna because he is tired and well...Anna is technically calling for Mommy. That may sound unresponsive on my part, but I also know that my arrival will in no way satisfy her desire for 'Mommy'. So Anna continues, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy..." while Kerry yells from the bathroom assuring her that she will soon be downstairs.

Then there is quiet. No more 'mommies' are spoken. But the next phrase is one of those toddler non sequiturs that can usually loosen Daddy from his slumber and send him downstairs to see what is up. Anna yells out, "That's a lot of tooth floss." Anna had decided that all 20 yards of tooth floss would be better served outside its original container.

Actually, it was a lot of tooth floss; I had never seen it quite laid out like that. So I told Anna to grab one end and I grabbed the other. Then I wound the floss around the rotor of a Fisher Price helicopter and we proceeded to dangle it in between us, making it fly and crash and take off. A pretty good use for tooth floss if you happen to have 20 yards of it lying around.