I’m considering hanging giant jingle bells from any and all items the moosh is capable of standing on. This would include chairs, stools, buckets, laundry baskets, boxes, paint cans and potties. The creaking of chair legs across a laminate floor is a dead giveaway that the small person in your life is participating in naughtiness. I was stupid enough to put felt feet on my chairs back home therefore muffling any sounds of mischief. It was shortly after this mistake that I came down from taking a shower and found the moosh on my counter making herself chocolate milk. Greatly facilitated by the placement of a chair. Now, she actually did a pretty good job. She didn’t spill any milk but the seven scoops of chocolate powder to her four ounces of milk would have been nothing less than pretty stinking nasty. When I told Cody he said “Did you show her how to do it right for next time?”
I don’t feel such a feat needs to be on a three year olds resume. Using the potty? Yes. Making chocolate milk? No. Besides what would be next? Making her own PB&J? Beef stroganoff? Maybe doing her own laundry? While those would be lovely things for her to learn, there is too much disaster associated from such acts being performed by a three year old. And besides, I’m pretty sure that’s why child labor laws are around.
Today my sister-in-law turned to me and said, “there’s a chair headed across the floor in the kitchen.” Her mom ears are much more fine tuned than mine given that she lives with this boy everyday. I went upstairs to a chair pushed right up against an open fridge and a moosh butt hanging off the top shelf trying to reach the yogurt I just told her she couldn’t have.
Time out ensued.
These are the times it sucks to be the parent in charge.
the moosh, if you ever read this, just know I was beaming with pride on the inside at your cunningness and refusal to take no for an answer.
You’re totally my kid.
Did I forget to mention that she made her own chocolate milk in a lion costume?