Cover your eyes!

As is often the case in parenthood, today I had something happen that has never happened before. My family had a conversation that ended with us laughing until we cried about...wait for it...fungicide. My daughter started this whole cascade by complaining that her toes were itching. Dr. Mom had a look at them, made a clinical diagnosis of athlete's foot, and off we went to the pharmacy for fungicide. On the drive home, her dad mentioned that he had bought her some medicine. As this particular child has a severe aversion to any oral medication, when she heard the word "medicine" she started freaking out.

Dad: Hey Babe, it's not something you swallow. It's a spray. You spray it on your toes, and it makes a big POOF and you'll feel better. See, it's in a can.

Daughter 1: Well, okay...POOF it, Daddy! I want to see it.

Both daughters, in perfect unison:  POOF IT! POOF IT! POOF IT! We want to SEE IT!

Dad: Hey girls, it's not frickin fireworks! It's a spray can of fungicide.

Daughter 2: (From the third row of seats in my Suburban, mind you) EVERYBODY COVER YOUR EYES!

Daughter 1: How are you gonna see it if you cover your eyes?

Dad: Good point. I ain't gonna spray it until we get home!

Daughter: (going into cheerleader mode) Why not? Puff it! Spray it! I want to SEE it!

I had no idea that a can of athlete's foot spray was so entertaining. Sadly, the poof was rather a let down when it actually happened. Hey, life's full of little disappointments. It was however, interesting enough that the other child insisted on having her non-fungus infested foot sprayed as well. I mean, because if we didn't, it wouldn't be FAIR. Being an only child, I have little experience with the F word. As a mother of three, I have become intimately acquainted with this four letter word. I despise the F word, and it WILL be the subject of another lengthy post. Just to give you a heads up.