Many of you know that Dash has a keen interest in music. His dancing skills are legendary (for a small, skinny, white boy) and his little finger wave a la John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever is a huge hit with the ladies. So alas, Dash decided that it was time to supplement his dancing moves and learn to play a musical instrument (other than the one between his legs during bathtime). The noisier the better. He settled on a red tambourine at daycare. Notwithstanding Dash's love of music, I was surprised by the phone call I received. It went something like this...
"Anne, this is Lanetria from daycare and we have a situation over here" (side note - Lanetria has been part of our "family" since Maya was born and she knows us and both kids incredibly well.)
"what's wrong?" I gasped envisioning blood, broken limbs, or worse...the stomach flu.
"well, Dash was walking around with a tambourine on the top of his head and he somehow managed to pull it over his head and now it's around his neck. We can't get it off. We lubed him up with butter and vaseline, but it still won't come off. You need to come get him"
"what the hell am I supposed to do with him?" I asked.
"we don't know - just thought you should pick him up since we're out of ideas - and because the kids want to jiggle his neck. He's eating snack right now. It doesn't bother him as long as we're not trying to pull it off him. And he kind of likes the noise when he moves around."
Needless to say, with the help of Chris the Contractor (forget Bob the Builder), we managed to get Dash home and cut off the tambourine about a minute before I gave up and headed for the doctor's office to get a cast saw. Dash was no worse for wear, save the vaseline and butter "sheen" that lasted for a good few days. As you can imagine, we're quite proud.
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