Fortune Schmortune

The other day Mark and I ordered Chinese. While the kids aren't crazy about that type of food, they beg and plead for the fortune cookies, the girls especially. I can generally use fortune cookies to bribe the twins into all sorts of things -- from clean rooms to clean plates.


Being only three, Crow Bar is a little new to the whole fortune cookie thing. When he saw the little, individually wrapped cookies he knew he wanted one. And when he saw his sisters' enthusiasm and willingness to stand on their heads to get one, he knew the little cookie must be something special.




For the last several weeks, Crow Bar has not been going to bed well. He's been popping up every two minutes and coming downstairs. I've tried just about every trick in my book to get him to stay in bed, but nothing has proven effective for more than two nights in a row. Near desperation, I bribed him, saying he could have one of the fortune cookies if he stayed in bed all night.


His eyes lit up and he immediately ran to his room and dove under his covers.


"I stay in bed, Mama!" he promised enthusiastically.


And he did.



The next morning, Crow Bar bounded out of bed and asked for his prize. I helped him unwrap his cookie. He carefully studied it. It was clear he was concerned about breaking it. After a little assurance, he cracked it open and was delighted to find the little piece of paper inside.


I told him it was his fortune. With wide-eyed amazement, he listened carefully as I read, "Your kind spirit touches many souls."


He looked perplexed, so I explained it in simpler terms saying, "You are a kind and nice boy and you make other people very happy." Still, he looked somewhat dissatisfied and ate his cookie with a crinkled brow.



Several minutes later, Crow Bar padded into my room, fortune in hand.


"You read it wrong, Mama."


He held it out in front of him, cleared his throat and began to "read" it.


"It says, 'You go to Chuck E. Cheese today.'"


After a good laugh and a big hug, I sent him on to play with his trucks. I'm sure there's a lesson here. Maybe we shouldn't just accept the fortunes we're given. Maybe we should all be willing to write our own.

2 comments:

Ryan Family said...

Both Dan & I laughed out loud at that corrected fortune!
How does a creepy, stuffed, mechanical mouse have such a hold on children? :)

Jess said...

I don't know how these weird characters can have such a hold either. My kids are obsessed with this bizarre cartoon called Pucca (http://tv.disney.go.com/jetix/pucca/). They turn into total zombies when it comes on. It's totally creepy.