Friday, March 5, 2010
I am in trouble
The other day she was hiding under my mother’s shirt while it was physically on her body. My mom was acting like she didn’t know where she was. “Where is Toots?” “Has anyone seen Toots?” All of a sudden from under her shirt, you hear Toots yell, “Grandma, I am up stairs”.
I had Target bags full of toiletries that I had just bought. It was really quiet and I decided to go see what my loving 2 year old was up to. She had put it all away. In the right places. Places that she can’t reach without moving furniture. She is 2. I knew I had her for a reason.
Toots demanded her nightly sippy of milk to take to her room. She was holding on to it for dear life when she turned to me with the devils look and yelled “mommy, get me my milk”. I started to look around when I noticed it in her little grubby paws. I said “look at your hands”. She looks down and said “good thing” and rolls her eyes.
I am raising a mini me, the me before I became AWARE of being an ass! Good Lord am I in trouble.