I was so excited when your Uncle sent me Return To Oz because I remember how much he and I enjoyed watching it. Granted, it’s darker than the original and there aren’t any musical numbers, but there’s Mombi and her multiple heads, Pumpkin Jack and Tick-Tock and it’s really quite fun.
Imagine my delight when you and Monkey showed such interest in watching it with me. Watching it every.single.day. I thrill at watching the way y’all’s little minds race and question and soak in all the magic and wonder of new worlds. Watching y’all spread the wings of your imaginations as you played Return To Oz together, creating new story lines for them, new ways of escape and new adventures for them to embark upon.
Now, imagine my irritation tonight when after putting Monkey down tonight, he came out of his room SEVEN times crying about ‘wheels‘. Finally, after the EIGHTH incident, I came to your room and woke you up to see if you could possibly enlighten me as to what had your brother so distraught.
When you calmly said “Wheelers it dawned on me.
There are wheels on his bed
I’m sure it was no surprise to you when my head exploded off my shoulders and began rotating 360 degrees with steam shooting out of my ears when you told me that you had thought it was funny to tell Monkey that his bed would turn into Wheelers at night and they were coming to get him.
if you don’t know what a wheeler is.. allow me to show you
I am terribly sorry that I left you in your room crying, but you cannot begin to comprehend my level of irritation and frustration with you. Your brother never once thought the wheelers were scary or real, until you took it upon yourself to scare the ever lovin’ hell out of him.
I know that you didn’t intend to scar your brother or cause him to become frightened of his very favoritest thing in the whole wide world. His vroom vroom bed. I know that you love your brother more than anything and would never have intentionally hurt him in any way, which is why I didn’t get mad at you, it’s why I left the room and tended to him, so that I wouldn’t take my frustrations out on you.
Because I know that your tender heart and sweet 5 year old mind didn’t realize the damage and fear you were inflicting upon your poor 2 year old brother. It is for that reason that when I came back in your room, I wiped away the tears from your big blue eyes and told you how much I love you, how sweet you are and that if you ever do anything like that again… I”m giving Monkey your bed and you’re sleeping in the vroom vroom bed.
I love you.
Your very tired Momma