Pop Pop ate the toy car, then magically made it appear in his hand. Bug was enthralled. When Pop Pop left the room, she says she wants to do a magic trick. I hither her over.
See how I can pull my thumb off? Not impressed. Look! I have your nose! Not impressed.
She wants to make the car disappear. How can she do that?
I say, "See here..." (Ok, yeah, reading this like I'm Foghorn Leghorn will make it so much more entertaining. Go right ahead.) "It's just like when we distract Jujube from toys you want. You hold the car in your hand, then you say, 'Jujube! Look out!!' And when Pop Pop looks at Jujube, you put the car in your pants like this. When he looks back at you, you show him your hands and he'll see the car is all gone! Then you say something like, 'Jujube! No touch!!' When he looks at her, you pull the car back out, so he sees it when he looks at you again."
Bug wants to practice the trick. Instead of distracting me to Jujube, she wants me to close my eyes and count to five, wishing for the car to disappear. Maybe this was Pop Pop's technique, I don't know. Anyway, she says this poem about the car disappearing, but forgets to tell me to close my eyes. After the count of five, I open my eyes, and she's still counting to nine, then to nine again, and again, all while clutching the car in her hands. After a slight reminder, she slips the car into the back of her jeans (yes, kind of cold here today). She then has me count to five with my eyes closed, but then there's trouble.
"Mommy, it's stuck!"
Well, if this ain't a situation that moms are made for, what is?
I try to maneuver the car from outside her pants to no avail. I tell Bug I'm gonna have to go in and apologize in advance for the molestation. Slipping my hand down the back of her pants, I soon realize that it's worse than I thought: the car is inside her underwear. Upon removal, I suggest that she go wash it.
Minutes later, when Pop Pop returned downstairs, Bug proudly announced to him, "Pop Pop! I washed the car!"
