Ballerina Soccer

I was putting Emma to bed last night and was pulling the sheets up and over her when she sat up in bed with this look of sadness on her little face.

"Daddy I can't find my ballerina soccer!" she whispered as not to wake her little sister who was snoring softly on the other side of the bedroom.

"What is that baby?" I asked.

"Well," she began, "it's for my ballerina and soccer." she said.

[She is taking neither ballet nor soccer]

"Um ok what does it look like?" I asked.

"It's orange and white and yellow and green and goes like this..." she said as she wiggled her finger in a downward motion.

"Ok great that helps a LOT!" I laughed

"THERE IT IS DADDY!" she said in a relieved voice as she grabbed it from under her snuggly yellow blanket.

"Well let's put ballerina soccer up here on your dresser while you are asleep." I said.

"Ok good idea - that will keep it safe!" she said I took what felt like paper from her little hands.

I put it safely on the dresser and kissed her goodnight and tucked her in. I went back into the den to continue working but my curiosity got the best of me and I returned to their bedroom to see exactly what was this prized possession.

It turns out it was a piece of paper neatly folded into quarters but slightly crumpled and moist from sweaty little hands. I walked over to the doorway so I could see this thing in the pale yellow light sneaking out of their bathroom.

I opened it up and saw nothing but squiggly lines on it.

It had to either be a list of things she wants to do, or a permission letter to take ballet or play soccer.

Good night my big baby girl.

May the soccer ballerinas pirouette happily in your dreams.