Feathers… feathers everywhere…….  Feathers were softly floating, in mass quantities, through the air in the bedroom, when I opened the door that day. 

I was momentarily confused.  I had sent my little five-year-old to our bedroom, for her nap, since she and her sibling had been bickering.  As my eyes locked onto hers and then down to the pair of scissors in her hand, realization slowly dawned on me.

 My good feather down comforter lay in her lap with ragged slices in every direction.  As I stood with my mouth open, shock beginning to settle in, I heard her cheery little voice say, “Look mama, I’m sewing for you”. 

Don’t you love it when children get caught doing something naughty, they always add the “for you” part onto the end of their confession?

Remember when I said that my mouth had been hanging open?  Well, it was still hanging there, but now it was preparing to usher forth some very graceful and eloquent words gathered from, I’m sure, a very well-educated Semi Driver.  Fortunately for most parents, God has instilled a great safety mechanism for just this sort of occasion.  You lose all ability to form even the simple sentences.  Verbally, you are reduced to an angry toddler.

 All I can remember, was uttering a guttural moan, and then starting in with an I…you…my…how…and then I called the other parent responsible for this little being… As he came stumbling down the stairs, I pointed to the bedroom and said hysterically, “Your child…..you need to fix this…leaving!”

Long story short, my calm and steady parent partner cleaned up with our first born in tow, making her collect and reinsert as many feathers as she could catch.  If you are wondering if any valuable lessons were learned that day, there were none! Lol, except having a sense of humor about life…