A crime of passion. A lesson for us all.

It happened in the glow of our large flat monitor with the two dead pixels, which have long taunted us with their bold red hue. Stella freaked out, both passionately and oddly, flailing her arms around her head and wailing out of apparent discomfort. A powerful emotional display for a fit based on what seemed like extreme annoyance, rather than searing pain as an onlooker might have assumed.

She screamed, completely outraged, “I’M TOO BIG FOR THIS!!!” If she’d flowed into a monologue, I’d have heard rants about deep injustice and the heavy hand of parental control squashing her inalienable rights and unflinching conviction that she is no longer a baby. I’m sure of it.

Or was it more simple? Was she referring to the “Elmo Rides a Tricycle” video we were viewing together on YouTube? Was I insulting her intelligence with this media selection? It was eye patch time and Elmo had never failed to secure her cooperation. Were those days over? Or was he the inspiration for her rebellion? After all, the tricycle song is not about the act of riding so much as it is about freedom. Something I’d considered innocent now appeared insidious. Questions raced through my mind while those dead pixels continued their mocking stare.

But then, as quickly as the storm erupted, it passed. She went back to scrutinizing Elmo’s amusing antics, entranced once again by his simple joy. It was as if her tantrum switch had been flipped suddenly to “OFF.” I breathed a sigh of relief, and left the room to go prepare myself for our errand-filled morning. Crisis averted.

Or was it? When I came back, the meaning of her earlier, indignant outcry was shockingly clear. There on the floor, next to the stained office chair where she was perched, was a gory spectacle. Her beautiful French eyewear lay dead, brutally squashed and ripped into two damaged pieces. DOA. The hinge on the right cable had not only been stretched back far beyond its capacity, but also twisted violently. Horrifying. And she’d waited until just the right moment, after I’d departed, indicating premeditation. The office, once reserved for couch cushion bouncing and mindless online escapism, had become a crime scene.

But, dear jury, was Stella the perpetrator or only a victim herself? She had experienced a huge growth spurt in recent months–why did I not realize this would include her head? Oh I’m fooling no one! Dear God, I must confess! I knew Stella’s glasses had gotten tight. I knew! But I did nothing. I stood by while Stella’s head was squeezed mercilessly by those spectacles. Now we’re all paying an emotional and financial price. For shame, mother. FOR SHAME.

As we lay Stella’s ninth pair of glasses to rest, I’m compelled to help others learn from this tragedy. If you’re child says they are too big for something, they mean it quite literally! Size up for Christ’s sake!

I rest my case.

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About amberhj

Mom, writer, worrier. And a stubborn idealist nonetheless.
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5 Responses to A crime of passion. A lesson for us all.

  1. olga says:

    well, if i had learned more in my criminal law class, i could give you the whole theory of the crime (she fits the victim profile more than the perp… self-defense, man!). but so far i have not.

    sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. and sometimes i’m too big means… i’m too big.
    great story. sorry about the glasses, but hooray for stella. err. 🙂

    • amberhj says:

      Thanks, Olga! Self-defense, yes. She basically had no choice! And remember, she tried to tell me before she resorted to violence…

  2. Cindy says:

    So, I guess you’re in the market for new eyewear? We have Miraflex Baby One’s for Evie, and they are amazing. AMAZING! They’ve got that very characteristic flexible-plastic-baby-glasses look to them, which isn’t quite as cute as wire frames. I still love them because they are seemingly indestructible. You can bend them into a pretzel and they pop back into shape. Evie likes to hook them around her foot and straighten out her leg, trying as hard as she can to break them. HA! No luck. She might be guilty of assault and attempted murder of her glasses, but so far they are hanging in there!

    • amberhj says:

      Cindy, that’s fabulous. (And yes, we are in the market for a new pair!) What color does she have? The strap doesn’t bother her I take it? Glad you found such a good fit all around! Gives me hope.

  3. Erin says:

    Baaaaaaahahahhahahaha!!! Funny!! So funny!

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