Tuesday, February 16, 2010

The Great Doubloon Story

If you think you're suffering from a case of deja vu; you're right. This is one of my favorite post, and in honor of Mardi Gras I couldn't help myself but post it again this year. Have a great day.

Happy Mardi Gras/Fat Tuesday! I don't know what it is about this day, but ever since I taught Kindergarten I felt the need to celebrate it like only a Mom can. Since my kids are still fairly young, I can get away with this silliness. But before I go into one of my tangents, I decided that I would share how we celebrated Mardi Gras last year (which by the way, shall go down in history).
Potter was in Pre-school, and thank goodness his teacher was just as crazy as his Mom. Anyway, he spent the day doing Mardi Gras crafts, then was super excited when he was sent home with beads and doubloons (Which he swore were actual gold coins). Who was I to tell him differently?
We were having a great afternoon, until I heard a scream coming from the bathroom. What could possibly be going on? I opened the door only to find Potter with his pants down leaning over the toilet. "Are you sick," I asked.
"Mommy, my gold coins are all gone," he said.
"Well where did you put them?" I asked.
"Mommy, the toilet took them. When I flushed, they slipped out of my hand, and now they're all gone. You got to get them Mommy. Use the plunger."
On one hand it's nice to think that you're children believe that you are capable of anything. On the other hand it can really suck when your children think you're capable of anything.
I looked at the toilet, then looked at Potter (face still streaming with tears).
I grabbed the plunger, and went to work. Ten minutes later, with perspiration running down my back, I decided to quit. (No doubloons).
Hence, the Great Doubloon Story created and told to Potter, Mardi Gras 2008:
Once Upon a Time there lived in the deep ocean a very poor fish named Marty Graz. He wasn't able to afford all the nice things that his other fishy friends had, but he was still a very happy fish.
On the other side of the world there lived a very happy boy named Potter. Potter lived a very rich life, so much so that he carried his gold coins wherever he went. One day by mistake, Potter left go of his gold coins while using the bathroom. They were flushed and never seen again.
The coins traveled through pipes, streams, rivers, and finally to the deepest depths of the ocean. It was there that a little fish by the name of Marty Graz found the gold coins.
"What to do, what to do,"he thought. "I know, I'll have a parade and call it Marty Graz. And I'll share my new found fortune with my friends.
The smile on Potter's face was priceless.
Being a storyteller has it's perks. Being a poor fish at sea has it's rewards. But being a Mommy is the best job in the world!


Eva Gallant said...

Oh that was priceless! What a great story!

ethelmaepotter! said...

Oh! This story was well worth retelling. There is so much to love: that you didn't have the heart to tell your little boy they were worthless pieces of plastic; that you spent 10 useless minutes plunging the toilet; that Potter had absolute faith his mommy could pull gold coins from the bowels of the sewer system; that he was satisfied, indeed happy, that his gold would now be enjoyed by a poor fish in another world; and that you came up with this tale on the spur of the moment, in a bathroom, with only a child's tears and a toilet plunger as inspiration!

Judy said...

Loved this tale!

Denise said...

Great story!

Stopping by from SITS to say HI! I have made a promise to myself to visit and comment on all blogs posted to spread the love!

"And so our stories go..." said...

Love the story. I'm new so I hadn't read it before. What a great blog.

kp Libretto said...

Excellent story! Isn't it great the way our kids spark our creativity at the most unexpected moments?