Finally it started to bug me, that noise. So I got up to check it out.
"Look mommy, I'm building a mountain."
That would be the entire contents of her dresser. On her floor. The noise I heard were the drawers closing.
I let out a little noise that was not quite a laugh, but not quite a choked back sob. I just took a picture of the mess and left the room.
She is quite pleased with herself.
I, however, might need a drink.
2 comments:
LOL, I love reading your little parenting challenges- I don't think I'd cope nearly so gracefully (even with the help of drinks)! :-D Is this where you employ that "natural consequences" thing of letting her get dressed out of the clothing mountain until it's all processed? She does look really pleased with the result, though, I suppose who are we to judge her strategy and intentions?
This is one of the stories you'll be telling her whole life!
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