A Reminder from Scooby Doo

This blog is about 2 years old, but is still applies today!

This afternoon I was in my room studying for my graduate class at A&M when I hear Aisling crying in the living room. I was not thrilled to have to leave my room to tend to another one of Aisling's "dramatic moments" but I knew if I didn't tend to the matter at hand, the crying would get louder and grating on my nerves everlasting.
I threw my book down and before I could even get my bedroom door fully ajar, I started in with "Ash, what is the problem now?" Her response was, "I can't get out of Scooby-Doo! Sissy knotted me in Scooby-Doo!" I go to the living room and see my six year-old literally trapped in a Scooby-Doo costume. She had one arm flailing about and was pulling at Scooby's collar. Apparently, Caitrin had tied the back of the costume super tight and had double-knotted it so it wouldn't come untied. Aisling was more than a little frustrated and irritated and had her extra arm be freed from it's Scooby domain, I am sure she would have punched her sister out.
I had to just laugh. I scooped her up in my arms and told her she was entirely too cute to be freed from her Scooby self just yet. Ash is pretty tiny and she still fits perfectly in my lap so I took her to the rocking chair and rocked her with her free arm dangling from the arm of the chair, the other arm stuck in the costume. She had huge, wet tears and she just looked at me and smiled. It reminded me that even my six year-old needs me to take a time-out with her occasionally to remind us both that more than anything, life if short, love should be long, and reading The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass can surely wait an extra 20 minutes.