Buddha

I love Buddha statues. They have to be the cutest little things. I finally got around to buying on. He isn't my first choice, has a funny smile that borderlines on crazy looking.

Melina hates him

We were sitting in bed bright and early in the morning when Melina leaned across me and stared straight at him.

"Call that" She states in a manner that I've grown accustomed to. She's asking me to give it a name so that she knows what it is.

"Buddha" I reply.

"I don't like him" She states.

"Well I do..he's nice and he's my friend" I respond absentmindedly.

I thought the conversation was done. After dragging my butt out of bed an hour later and getting ready while leaving her in the room I realize it is far from over.

She comes flying out of my room crying about buddha and how he is scary.

I explain that he's nice and our friend and Melina happily nods and repeats what I said.

"I like him" She says "He's my friend, I don't hit him"

"Right"  I nod.

The next day she had climbed in bed around 5am and was still fast asleep come 7am when I crept out of the room with Jasmine to get ready for the day. It's not a regular occurence to have a calm morning. I was relishing in the peace of being able to get ready without demands and to sit down and enjoy a coffee when I heard it.

Death screams.

I panicked. I ran up the stares with a million thoughts running through my head.-She fell off the bed and broke her arm. She hit her head and is bleeding everywhere. I forgot the bathroom door and she cut herself with the razor. Oh My God, What happened?!- Buddha.

That's it. Just Buddha.

She continues screaming as I fly into the room. Tears pouring and she is pointing at the "evil" Buddha.

So much for peaceful mornings.