It's a gorgeous, Carolina blue-sky day and I'm finally getting around to spring cleaning because, you know, it's October. I was cleaning windows on the front porch while The Boy and The Princess were riding bikes. She kept getting mad because he kept winning the race up the driveway. (It's only a race if he's in front already or it has been predetermined that he shall be the victor. Every time they get to the end of the driveway, he turns quick and starts heading back toward the house screaming, "I win! I win!" This reduces The Princess to a screaming puddle of girl standing in the middle of the driveway beside the crumpled bike that she has slammed to the ground.)
She ran up the steps, stepped inside the front door and yelled, "Mom...and you help me wock dis door!"
"Why Princess?
"'Cause I want wock Brother out!"
"Princess, you can't lock your brother out."
"FINE! Den I go up my woom!"
"Baby, that's not a nice thing to do."
"FINE! Den I hate you!" Stomp, stomp, ...stomp, stomp, ...stomp, stomp. (Stomping up the stairs is a painfully long process when you're three and you have to land both feet on every step before you go up to the next one. By the time she gets about half way up, you're over the shock of the stubborn, screaming toddler and you have to turn away to not laugh at her.)
"Baby Girl! That is a terrible thing to say!"
Stomp, stomp...stomp, stomp...SLAM!
O......M......G.
Yeah, she's cute now. But one day this is going to be the one that shows up with the long-haired boyfriend and takes the hubby and I out with a .38 for insurance money. Remember that I said this.
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Now that's a sin... That poor baby loosing to a cheater every time. And mama, you gotta have a baby's back sometime. Poor baby Madeline, I'll come save you!!!
ReplyDeleteThat was probably the longest flight of stairs she has ever went up.--Brenda
Reminds me of home (:
ReplyDeleteHow I miss it...