Sometimes you put two little girlies together, you get trouble. Fingers go into eyes, there is shoving, and screaming, and snack-coveting. If you’re lucky, though, you get a few minutes of peace.
Today was one of those good days. I went to my friend’s house and brought little Frannie with me. After lunch the she and my friend’s daughter disappeared and were playing quietly in another room. Together my friend and I entered into that special kind of denial that mothers go into when small children are quiet.
Her house is safe, so we weren’t really worried. We sat and idly chatted for about ten minutes uninterupted, a sin and a luxury on any day. Occassionally we could hear the toilet seat banging up and down and giggling.
“I’m afraid to see what they’re doing,” my friend confessed, finally.
I took a deep breath. “I’ll go,” I said, and went to find them.
I went to the bathroom and pushed open the door. It jammed, because there was a chair in front of the sink blocking the way. I could hear the water blasting full-force.
My Frannie was on the chair, and her friend Liki was in in the sink, naked. Frannie was squirting hand soap all over Liki, and there were bubbles everywhere.
“I giving Liki a bath, Mama!” she told me.
I almost fell down, I was laughing so hard.
In Other News
Thanks to all who responded to my survey! I love mining information for educational purposes. I am so lucky! I will submit the results tomorrow, sans identifying information, of course.
I TOLD you you could send me that survey, but you DIDN’T.
TISK!
What is it about kids and bathing [themselves, friends, toys, pets, etc.] in the damn sink when there’s a perfectly good tub just a few feet away that’s made to keep the water from pouring all over the floor? I personally think it’s the mirror that attracts those narcissistic & mischievous little buggers; as if they’re watching themselves on tv… hamming it up for the audience.
I didn’t get a survey either. It’s sheer racism, I swear. Tsk.
Good to see Norm again, though. I realise now that I missed him!
when i was two i covered my baby sister head to toe in johnsons and johnsons. my mother tells me when she walked in my sister was completely white and looked like a little old man. we also wanted to help her with laundry one day so we took all the clean clothes out of our dressers and dumped them on the floor in the laundry room.
Ai! I tried to send a survey to everyone who wanted one! I even remember writing Monkey a note, and what it said…I have had a rough week, peeps.
submit eh? submit to your aussie prof! ;)
Oh Shauna you are in trouble. :0
You’ve inspired me again! I just blogged about the worst motherhood disaster I had to deal with when my kids were 2 and 3, and had a mishap with their beanbags! It’s great to be able to look back now and laugh. I didn’t laugh when it happened! I hope you keep all these stories you are writing now. They are priceless!
My little Sparklie Liki!