We have a little friend.
He lives in our bathroom.
He comes out to visit most mornings.
His name is "Snakey."
And he is a curling iron.
"Snakey" came to life one morning when Ellie was old enough to get her hair curled and styled, but decided she was a bit scared of the curling iron. On a whim I upped my voice a few octaves, gave it a bit of a screech and introduced myself as "Snakey the Curling Iron" who was a beloved and trusted friend. He was hungry and wanted nothing more than to munch on Ellie's hair for breakfast. Within seconds her tears were gone and she was asking Snakey all kinds of questions like where he slept, who he was friends with, if he liked getting so hot, and why he loved to eat HER hair so much. Over a year later, Snakey is still a major hit each morning. Ellie shares things with Snakey that she doesn't tell anyone else. Their conversations are simply classic. Other friends (friends of Snakey) have made their presence known -like Straighty the straight iron and Lotialina the lotion (Snakey's long time girlfriend). But no one will ever take the place of Snakey. He will always be the favorite. Even Addison is close buddies with him, despite the fact that he has no desire to munch on her hair (too many curls give him indigestion).
Kenny also enjoys himself immensely when Snakey comes out to play. He teases Snakey about the way he talks and likes to ask questions that catch him a bit off guard. Luckily though, Snakey is as smart as they come. Much too smart for Kenny's sarcasm.
Snakey puts a smile on our faces each morning. He is a close and trusted friend of Ellie's. One I hope she never forgets. And one I hope she doesn't outgrow for a long long time.