It has been nearly fifteen seconds since the last crazy, child-related incident in my home. It has been the quietest and most bizarre fifteen seconds of the day. Thus far today
· Little One has figured out how to remove her diaper like a Chippendale removes his tear-away pants. She has mastered the art of grabbing and flinging the offending article nearly across the room. I have resorted to using postal tape on this last diaper just to buy me enough time to kick a path through the toys littering the downstairs and possibly make dinner.
· Miss 4 has decided that she wants to have pink hair like the server at the local diner. She has been following me and asking "How does the hair grow in pink? Do you have to eat pink food? Is it like the flamingo in Sylvie?" alternately changing it up with "How old do I have to be? Why do I have to be 18?"
· Somewhere in early toddlerhood Miss 4 began referring to her diaper region as her "bits". I didn't put a stop to it as it was initially entertaining, but now I think we're stuck with it. Miss 4 has a slight lateral lisp as well, therefore when she says "bits" her little sister has heard "beets". Little One has stood in front of me chanting "wet beets" every time her diaper is wet today.
· I was writing down information from a book I was reading when Miss 4 approached. "What are you doing? Are you erasing the words you don't like in your book and writing in new ones?"
· "Mama? I need a wooden spoon and a piece of string……(why?)….So I can play ManPuppy….(how do you play that?)…"I'll tell you when you're little again. But its gonna save the whole world." That’s one fine wooden spoon right there.
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