It was around noon time, Sunday morning, and we had spent the morning playing at our regular playground. After wearing the girls out, we piled into the car for the 1+ hour drive down to Providence, where we were spending the afternoon with an old college friend of mine who had just moved to the area.
After we had been in the car for a ten or twenty minutes, Loo started whining, "Mommy, my tummy hurts."
This has been a recurring new ailment from Loo. It has conveniently been rearing its ugly head when we are doing things that Loo finds tiresome, boring or inconvenient. However, since I'm still working on my BS detector when it comes to things-toddler, I have generally tried a small bag of tricks to alleviate the stomach pangs: milk or water, chocolate or candy, a trip to the potty. I tried the first, then the second, and we had no possibility of the third. But still Loo was whining, "my tummy hurts... my tummy hurts."
Finally, in a fit of (what I believed to be) inspiration, I thought - hey, maybe she has carsickness. She had been looking at pictures in her newest and greatest book of fairy stories. So J and I tried to convince her to look out the front window and to put the book down.
Loo: "Mommy, my tummy still hurts."
Me: "Well, honey, there isn't much else I can do if you aren't carsick. Did your tummy start hurting when we got in the car?"
Loo gives me a blank stare
Me: "I mean, did your tummy hurt when we were playing in the park?"
Loo (whining): "Yes, mommy, it hurt in the park too."
Me: "Really? It was hurting in the park?" (Damn, there goes the carsickness theory.)
Loo nods.
Me: "Then why didn't you tell me when we were at the park?"
Loo (incredulous): "Because I was too busy playing."
I hate it when I can hear my almost-four-year-old rolling her eyes at me.
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