Me: Gooooood morning, Mz. Molly MaGoo!
Molly: (wrapped in a blanket on the sofa, newly arisen) NOOOOAoaoaorrrrrrrrrrk!
Me: I have a brand new pair knee-socks for you this morning.
Molly: (practically spitting mad) grrrrrraa-AAAAAAWWWWWQUARKKKK!
Me: Do you know why they’re called knee-socks?
Me: Because they are so long they stop at your knees, silly!
Molly: MOOoaoaoarrrkrkrkyquark! (climbing out of the blanket and into my lap)
Me: (sigh) Have I ever told you the story of the girl who went to bed herself, but every morning woke up a pterodactyl?
Me: Shall I then? Shall I tell you?
Molly: (nodding, still growling)
Me: Once Upon a Time…
There was a lovely little girl,
Full of twists and turns,
Giggles and wiggles,
Adventure and mischief and play
Who every night went sweetly to bed,
And awoke a pterodactyl the very next day!
Molly: (lifting her head from my chest, meeting my eyes knowingly, before slamming her head back down again)
The pterodactyl would squawk, and flap and spit!
She’d refuse kindness and kisses and screamed for FISH STICKS!
She’d protest and roar about all that was done.
She’d shriek and she’d hide her face from the sun.
Her parents were worried, her brother concerned,
For regardless of temper she had so much to learn.
They took her to the doctor and even to the Zoo!
But even the experts hadn’t a clue what to do!
Her condition was a mystery,
There was nothing to be done!
They suffered the pterodactyl
For clearly, she’d won.
Her family they loved her,
No matter what form.
But often their patience
Were tired and worn.
She was still their girl, loving and sweet
Even if she were monster when morning they’d meet.
Funny thing about their pterodactyl.
It’s curious you see,
While eating her midmorning snack
She’d giggle with glee
And often with a sneeze, a wiggle or a twirl
The Dinosaur would turn back into their special little girl.
Her tail would recede,
Her scales into curls,
Her wing would be folded,
And dissolve with a whirl.
And her sweet, mischievous, charming self…
There she’d be!
So, if you often wake with a dinosaur in your house:
Give them space, give them time, give them snack
BUT DON’T THROW THEM OUT!
Not everyone is kindness and gladness when you meet,
But all can be restored with the right things to eat!
Molly: (lifting her head when I’d finished)
Me: (brushing her hair from her eyes) Not everyone is meant for mornings, Captain MaGoo.
Molly: (tilting her head to one side)
Me: Do you know who that story is about?
Molly: (nodding yes)
Me: Who is it about then?
Molly: (tilting her head back and releasing a great ROAR)
Me: You are correct! That story is about you, my charmingly spiky morning monster!
Molly: Again, mommy!
Me: You want me to tell it to you again?
Molly: Again, arrrrrrgwak!
Me: I understand that was pterodactyl for please. I speak semi-fluent Pterodactylus at this point.
Molly: Again, please.
Me: Once Upon a Time…