We don’t have tv dinners too often. Well, okay probably more than Martha Stewart’s family, but the meals are a semi-special occasion for my little ones. Not only is it packaged in a divided container, I actually let my kids eat it in front of the tv…in the living room…even on the couch…so basically it is as good as Christmas in their minds.
My 5-year-old was carrying hers over to the spot she had carefully selected when she dropped it. I probably should have taken it over there for her, but it’s too late now. Anyway, you would have thought she just cut her arm off from the look of horror on her face, and soon she was drowning in a pool of “this is the worst thing that has ever happened to me” tears.
Thankfully we did have an extra “kids” one in the fridge, although it was chicken nuggets instead of pizza. She almost had no appetite after crying for about 15 minutes, but she is slowly working on it at the moment.
Hopefully she won’t have nightmares tonight…it is amazing how much of her little world was shaken at that moment. Feel free to send condolences, and while you’re at it you might as well send some for my older daughter’s pet goldfish that we didn’t realize was dead until her room started stinking. Kids…