Last night, as I was tucking Samuel into bed, he looked across his room at his calendar and asked me to read what was written at the bottom of the following day – Groundhog Day. I happily obliged, then realized a heartbeat too late what was coming.
Samuel: “Mommy, what’s Groundhog Day”
Me: “Well, let’s see. That’s the day that the groundhog comes out – I think his name is Puxahoni something – and if he sees his shadow…if he sees his shadow it means there will be six more months…no, six more weeks of winter. Yeah. And his name is Puxahoni Phil, I think. He lives in Pennsylvania if I’m not mistaken.”
Samuel: (Just stares at me)
Me: (Laughing) “Ha! I bet you’re looking at me like that because you’re not sure if you should believe me! But it’s all true. Really – it really really is.”
Samuel: (Still staring at me)
Me: (Still laughing) “No, really. I’m just laughing at the look on your face. It really is true! Ask your teacher tomorrow! Or better yet, here – I’ll Google it for you.”
So I actually Googled Groundhog Day for Samuel and showed him a picture of Puxa-whatever his name is-Phil. Turns out a Groundhog is a rodent. Did you know that? I learn something new every time I Google. Anyway, he was finally convinced – if not thoroughly – that I wasn’t tricking him.
Meanwhile, after he had been in bed a little while, he came bounding downstairs to show me that he had lost his first tooth!
I told him to put it under his pillow and hope the Groundhog doesn’t eat it. Because rodents eat anything.
He just stared at me.