She's No Dragonfly

"Mumma, I want my tinkerbell pen".

"Mumma, I want my tinkerbell pen".

"Mumma, I want my tinkerbell pen".

After a few moments I found and handed custody of the tinkerbell pen to little Miss Haana.

A few seconds later: "Mumma, look her wings move!"

"Her wings move!"

I turn around to look, "Oh ya! They do! Let me take a look."

Little girl handed Miss Tinkerbell to me. 

I looked at the shapely long green wings on Tinkerbell's back. I squeezed my finger in between the wings and wiggled it to make the wings move slightly. But instead- crack!

The right wing broke with a crack!

"Oh no!!!!" I screamed with foreboding! What had I done! 

Little in-control Miss Haana told me- "It's ok Mumma! It wasn't your fault!"

I looked at her and whispered, "But it was my fault, Gugu!"

"It's okay Mumma, we'll fix it with tape. It's alright. Don't worry okay? Don't. Worry."

Then after a pause she added, "She didn't want to be a dragonfly, anyway!"

We giggled!