Giki Had An "Accident"

Boy at Toddler School

Part of parenting is becoming a really good liar.

The Boy LOVES his Giki.  What's a Giki, you ask?  A blankie that he's named Giki.  As he chews on it for security throughout the day (he sounds like a puppy doesn't he?) you can imagine how gross Giki becomes.  If you wash Giki, however, you run the risk of him either abandoning Giki all-together (I'm not ready for that to happen as we're flying across the country Wednesday) or having a major meltdown over Giki getting clean.

My inner liar took over today's operation--

Phase 1 of deception:  Today we washed Giki in the washer behind Boy's back but didn't dry him.  Then I tossed him into the dry bath tub when Boy wasn't looking as if Giki had slipped/fallen/been pushed in there without any of us knowing.  It was our little Giki crime scene, if you will.

Phase 2 of deception:  "Boy," I called out, "have you seen Giki lately?"

Boy called out, "Giki!  Giki!"  (He calls out as if Giki will come running.)

Phase 3 of deception:  We led Boy to the bathroom where he stumbled upon Giki in the tub and we gasped, "Oh look!  Giki took a bath!  How did that happen?"

Boy stood over the crime scene...er, bath tub.  "Giki bath," he said.

"Yes, Giki took a bath," we said.

"Giki wet," Boy said.

He is now playing with damp Giki and, cross your fingers, has accepted him back into his loving arms (and mouth).  I feel a little dirty for this deceit but better my soul be slightly soiled than that smelly blanket.  I couldn't take it's stench for another minute...