Write something that incorporates the following words: effete, eschaton, effervescent, etiology, elute.
The chair. We’ve had it forever. It was an old hotel chair my in-laws gave us years ago. We’ve used it, misused it. It has required sewing, gluing. I think at one point there was hammering too. It’s brown in places it should be green. It’s covered in cat hair. It has holes, loose fabric, stuffing coming out. I decided it made perfect sense to toss this chair to the curb to make room for the Christmas tree. Logical. Perfectly acceptable. I dragged it out of the house and called that job done.
Until Littleloudone discovered the evil that I had wrought upon her and attempted to rectify this travesty by bringing the chair back into the house. I may have said something along the lines of “if the chair is coming back in the house, you are not.” I’m that kind of mother. So she stopped her dragging at the front door. And proceeded to mark the eschaton with epic wailing. She sat is this horribly filthy, damaged, effete chair in the cold with no coat on and probably wearing shorts because why wear winter clothes in the winter and cried her heart out. Needless to say it was loud, because she is loud. She’s not so little anymore. But she is loud. And I ignored her because dammit I was going to win. Just this once. I did suggest spouse throw her a blanket. The wailing ceased for a millisecond as she said “thank you.” Which made me laugh.
Then perhaps the wailing stopped. I stopped listening for sure. I might have vaguely recognized the sound of the front door opening and some clomping. And then more silence. Spouse called me to the front door. My normally effervescent, melodramatic, piece of work kid was sewing the chair back together. Diligently. Painstakingly. Littleloudone was able to elute a twitch of a smile and a change of heart from her stone-cold, stubborn mother. The chair came back in the house.
Etiology of a Littleloudone drama queen? Mother is a softy.
