Last night, as I was putting the girls to bed, I picked up a dolly off the ground and handed it to Lexi. She cuddled it immediately and gave the plastic, bald headed dolly a few loving strokes. I could see Lily eyeballing the love fest from across the room.
Lily: Mom, I think that’s my dolly.
Me: Oh man, I can never keep your dollies straight. Sorry Lil.
Lily: That’s okay. But mom, I think you need to put your brains in.
Me: Great idea! If you can find them for me, I’ll get right on that.
She looked over to the nightstand and spotted her favorite Brobee figurine.
Lily: I think Brobee has them.
She grabbed miniature Brobee, made a few sound effects with concurrent hand gestures as if she was performing robotic surgery on the green figurine and then deliberately walked back to me, drilled an imaginary hole in my head and returned the brains I have been missing since getting knocked up in 2005.
Many thanks to my little Lily and to the glow-stick-carrying-ravers creators of Yo Gabba Gabba for bringing back my brains. I have seriously been missing them for a long time.
We’ll know if it worked if I can remember to get the clothes out of the drier or to shave my legs before my date night.
Somehow I doubt it.