One evening Elias ripped a tiny hole into a down pillow. It was bedtime and I didn’t want to stop the process to deal with the rip right then, so I just put the pillow on a high shelf in our bedroom closet. Then, of course, I promptly forgot about it.
Fast forward a week or so, when I was in Isaac’s room feeding Beardie/Glaedr, Isaac’s bearded dragon. Elias kept yelling something from the other room, and seemed quite excited. I finished what I was doing, and then came in. This is what I found:
- feathers! See Mama?? All the feathers!
Such joy and exuberance! As I scrambled for the vacuum cleaner downstairs, he took my momentary absence as an opportunity to turn on the ceiling fan and prance around throwing handfuls of down in all directions.
He was so crestfallen that I wasn’t enjoying the fun. All I could think about was the hopeless mess of it, and the beautiful blizzard of delight was just lost on me. I didn’t scream at him, though, because he was already sad. I think he really thought I would enjoy it. Eventually I got him to explain that, being much too short to reach the pillow (hello– that was why I put it up there), he had grasped the hanging clothes beneath it and shaken them, thus gradually dislodging the pillow from the high shelf. Then in a state of delirious bliss had shredded the small rip into a huge gaping hole!
I made him help clean it up. This is how downtrodden he was by the experience:
so many feathers, and so fluffy
My only consolation in this whole thing was that he there was no HONEY involved! But this is small comfort. I think we’ll be finding fluff all over the house for months to come.
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