Sometimes, as a mom, you have to become a detective, questioning your child boldly, using techniques that would rival any interrogation scene in Castle or Law & Order. Here is where I demonstrate those skills. July 30, 9:03PM
Moxie: 7 year-old, blonde girl, wiggles a lot, loves fairies and animals, wants a hedgehog for a pet, hates pants.
Me: 40 year-old, multi-colored hair woman, too tired to wiggle, loves cooking and cats, has a stuffed buffalo next to her bed, hates pants.
SCENE: ME, in bed, about to fall asleep. Sound of footsteps. MOXIE approaches bed, wearing a nightgown with Jurassic-sized flowers on it.
MOXIE: Can I cuddle with you?
ME: Okay. Just for a little bit.
MOXIE: I just want to warn you, though, that I’m not wearing any underwear.
ME: Uh, okay. What happened?
MOXIE: They fell off.
ME: Your underwear fell off.
ME: Wait. What? You mean, you were wearing underwear and they just randomly fell off?
MOXIE: Well, I was wiggling a lot.
ME: So what you’re saying here is that you took your underwear off.
ME: That’s okay. I can deal with that. Come here and cuddle.