The bad part of this book is that every single picture is labeled, resulting in a book with a word count rivaling War and Peace.
The good part of this book is that I don’t have to actually read any of those words, because all Preschooler wants to do is find Goldbug on each page. Thus, things move rather quickly until we get to the page with the ambulance.
It's on the same page as the hot dog car.
EVERY SINGLE TIME Preschooler sees that ambulance, she and I get to have the following conversation....
.....Mama, remember when you fell down the escalator at the mall and bumped your head and we had to ride in the ambulance so you could go to the doctor and get all better?
Yes, this is apparently going to be my child’s earliest memory. That fall occurred nearly six months ago, when Preschooler was still technically Toddler, but she still brings it up. Mind like a steel trap, that girl.
Anyhow, seeing as one of my most embarrassing moments is also one of my daughter’s earliest memories, I’m now subconsciously paranoid that EVERY stupid thing I do (and I seem to be pretty adept at doing stupid things) will be recorded in Preschooler’s impressionable mind.
So, Preschooler, please don’t think less of Mama just because she pulled a Tupperware full of spaghetti sauce out of the freezer only to have it thaw and turn out to be chili instead. Also, don’t think less of Mama the second time this happens. Or the third.
Note to self: Chili is not, and will never be, spaghetti sauce.
Even when it’s that bizarro Cincinnati chili that sits atop a pile of spaghetti noodles.