I took my girls to a friend's house and on the way we stopped at CVS. After pulling into the parking lot, I suddenly heard screaming in the back of the car- Kay's Belle was covered with ants from being out on the porch earlier. Of course, I did what any normal mom would do. I threw the doll down on the cement parking lot and proceeded to baptized her with the mostly full, extra-large diet coke I had still in my car from the day before.
The girls thought my drowning their doll was hilarious but to me it was sort of a profound, bizarre experience. I slowly poured the whole cup of soda over her and reflected on how much Diet Doke women drink in order to be as thin as this freaking doll (myself included.) You know, the doll I'd bought for my daughters to look up to because she's so brave and reads.
Of course after Belle was adequately debugged and I had arrived at my girlfriend's, I completely forgot about the moment in the parking lot as I congratulated her on the 5+ pounds she'd lost (although she was perfectly beautiful last time I saw her.) We joked that everything has a silver lining, considering her new figure is the result of some major stress and heartache she's experiencing right now.
I didn't take a picture of Belle covered in Diet Coke in the parking lot like I should have. Had I not been overwhelmed by teeny, tiny ants and screaming kiddos, I would have instagramed the crap out of that. Instead I have a lovely picture that Laura Stiponawich sent me earlier today entitled "Brooke Explodes." Enjoy...