It’s 4 a.m. and I am awoken from a deep sleep to my daughters’
screams. She claims there are snakes in her bed. After spending an
hour reassuring her that there are no snakes in her bed, she is still
frightened and resorts to sleeping on the floor in her brother’s
room. At this point, my body is in such a sleep deficit that I have
not the energy to reason with her that if there were in fact snakes,
the last place you would want to be is on the floor. But I let it go
just in the hopes of some sleep.
The next morning, I wake up and realize the handbag I am using is covered in a python print. It could be the sleep deprivation, but somehow, this humors me. Then I have that “Ah Ha!” moment, and tell my fashionista daughter a white lie as all parents do in the course of their parenting years. I explain to her that there are no snakes inside the house. If they somehow did get in, they would be frightened by Mommy’s python handbag and would quickly leave in the fear they too may become a hand bag. To which my daughter adds, “And a wallet and shoes and a belt”. Point made. Snakes are not scary, they are a fashionable inspiration.
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