Its funny how sometimes the most mundane tasks can be made fun, by the simplest of acts. I’ll tell you why. This afternoon, in between loads of laundry (five to be exact!) I was in search of a very elusive purple dragon. My son Michael first spotted the slippery guy last Thursday night with my husband while getting ready for bed. I personally hadn’t seen him until my son cried “Look Mommy! A purple dragon!” Well, I did what any self respecting person would do; I put down the socks, and got out my telescope (a.k.a. old paper towel roll) and got to work looking for his hiding place. I must say I was grateful for my little guy’s imagination, laundry day is so tedious, and how often does a purple dragon decide to hide in your home? So I abandoned the laundry for a bit, and scaled the walls peering through my telescope to see if I could find him. I had no luck with it, so Michael took over the telescope, and I followed behind. Within moments (lucky him), he spied the dragon underneath a freshly laundered and warm basket of colors. In he dove, giggling. I screeched of course, because that’s what Mom’s should do when a little boy dives into a clean basket of laundry right? After all it was laundry day and Mommy had 3 more loads still to do. In all honesty I don’t exactly have a laundry day per say…I just hadn’t done laundry in like a week and a half. So I quickly remembered who I was (a dragon finder in training) and abandoned the “freak out”, for a tickling match. After all, a load was in the rinse cycle and another was busy getting spun in the dryer… as much as the clean freak in me would love to write more about rinse cycles and fabric softener, I’m boring my self.
Back to the reason I’m writing… purple dragons. We searched high and low, but that didn’t seem to matter; we couldn’t find him. Sure we caught mere glimpses of him, underneath our front door rug and in Michael’s closet behind a play tent. We went up the stairs, and down chasing it. We ran around the sofa at least a dozen times. We even danced to Dan Zane’s Catch the Train, (Michael’s favorite song at the moment) thinking that he’d see how much fun we were having and would like to join in. Unfortunately, our attempt at trickery didn’t
work, he was much to clever. Finally when we were tired from running up and down the stairs, and back and forth from the kitchen to the living room, and dancing our hearts out like fools (Is there any other way? ) Mo spotted him flying out a window. I heard him say he was going for a hamburger and fries. “Mama, tell him I want ketchup with my ‘chench’ fries!” yelled Michael as we gazed at the horizon through his telescope trying to see a glimmer of his indigo scales. He must be eating a very big hamburger because he’s been gone for a few hours now, perhaps he’s fallen asleep for the night? I’m sure he’ll show up again to create mischief and mayhem, after all, isn’t that what purple dragons do best?
Here’s the lesson of the day folks: what would have been a very icky chore was made into quite a fun day thanks to Mo and a very slippery purple dragon!