Sounds like the title to an art-deco film. Truthfully, it was more of a horror story than anything else. I let Georgianna crawl on the bedroom floor this morning as I started to get ready for the day. She excitedly gurgled and babbled her way over to the corner of the room and then became strangely quiet. I tugged on my pants quickly and went to go see what she was playing with. It was a strange, reddish object, rather oblong. I peered closer and screamed. It had legs. Tanner jumped out of bed.
"It's a roach!" I wailed.
"Pick her up!" he said.
"I can't! She was holding it!"
So, Tanner scooped Georgie up into his arms, and ran to the bathroom. I did my part by squirting soap onto her hands. After she was cleaned up, I took her from Tanner so that he could take care of the now deceased cockroach on the floor of our bedroom. He got a piece of paper and an old Ziploc sandwich bag. Shoveled the roach into its makeshift coffin and disposed of it in the outside trashcan. The ending scene was a shot of Mommy sitting on the edge of the bed with her feet tucked up underneath her, holding Georgie in her arms.
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