'what do you mean?' i asked. 'there's no more air inside her, mommy. she's all floppy.' 'what happened?' 'we were playing and jumping around, and then mrs ladybug died,' roo confided, all worry in her voice. in the background, i could hear red repeating her sister's words in her tinysaurus way 'edy bug DIE!'
when i arrived at the crime scene, true enough, mrs ladybug was a floppy rug on the floor. she's supposed to be an inflatable, but her inner rubber balloon has somehow popped. 'pancake, mommy,' red comments as i examine the body. she giggled, then concluded her point by saying 'dead!' perhaps we've been watching a little too much CSI.
based on the post-mortem, we can infer that the perpetrator must have repeatedly bitten mrs. ladybug's side, such that it weakened the material holding the air in -- a small but lethal injury. once the little ones started playing with her, the force they put on mrs. ladybug's injury caused the weakened material to rupture and burst due to massive air pressure.
so she didn't technically die because the kids were jumping all over her. this is nothing out of the usual. she died because someone bit her! 'it must be RED!' i immediately thought. all drool and small teeth, she does tend to sneaks off into dark corners to eat all of her snack stash. she's also prone to biting when she likes something very much. she had just bitten my neck the other day out of too much excitement!
'did you bite mrs. ladybug?'
she blinky blinked again. 'naeeeaaah...' she whispered tentatively, a cross between 'yeah' and 'no', which is her usual answer when she doesn't know what's going on.
i carried mrs. ladybug's body in, showing her the indentations that identify her as guilty. 'did you bite mrs. ladybug, red? are these your bitemarks?' red giggled again, not understanding the gravity of the situation. 'edy bug, pancake, dead!' she repeated, before she ran off in search of her big sister.
i figured that's the end of that. case closed. i chased her down, and reminded both kids gently to 'please do not bite anything living or not living, unless it is food.' they nodded their heads in emphatic agreement before they made a mess of my home office.
that evening, during winddown playtime in the living room, we opened the balcony door wider to let more cool air in. i heard a thunk and small pitter patter on the floor, and noticed a black bob of silky fur standing right where mrs ladybug used to be.
otter totter rabbit, our tiniest family member.
***some artistic license applied. this post is inspired by many episodes of law and order, CSI and bones. anthony zuicker and jerry bruckheimer's jobs are not easy. constantly wow-ed by the story lines they come up with, though currently more in love with fringe and jj abrams. perhaps pacey has something to do with it!