Seriously, this blog was not meant to be a compilation of all the ways that Adana is driving me towards insanity. But here's how my morning went:
While I was busy mopping up the kitchen floor from the pile of dirt that she somehow dumped all over it, Adana disappeared. I found her a few minutes later, walking up from the end of our cul-de-sac. As I sternly called her to come home, I looked down and noticed my Bright Red Juicy Apple that I'd been saving for my lunch, laying in the dirt. It had one bite out of it. Grrr . . .
So Adana got the "Don't TOUCH the apples unless you ask me first! NO APPLES! Only MOMMIES can take apples out of the fridge!" lecture. And then she was put on her Time-Out chair, in the laundry room, with the door closed.
Three minutes later, I went to let her out. This is what I found - still sitting quietly on her Time-Out chair like the devil angel that she is:
In the 3 minutes that I was gone, she had managed to sneak into the garage, get another apple, and slip back onto her Time-Out chair.
There was no remorse, no sense of wrong-doing. Only sheer delight at finding another Bright Red Juicy Apple.
Bring on the strait jacket and the padded room. I'm ready.
4 comments:
Why is it always so funny when it isn't your own kid? I'm laughing, but at the same time thinking that is sooo TYLER!!! If they weren't so cute we'd probably kill 'em!
Oh, the naughty! What gets into them? Been there. No court in the land...
Lol! Ah, you're killing me, Brooke. At my house, the kids are always getting the apple lecture, but it goes like this: Only apples! Apples, bananas, and carrots! No getting into the corn chips, the rice cakes--the myriad lovelies in the cupboard are off limits and it's just apples for you!
Also, my mama-rage at finding once-bitten-then-forgotten apples is somewhat mitigated by the fact that we can just give them to the bunny, so no waste.
But I'll be thinking of you and Adana now when I direct my kids toward the apples! :)
Once again... I LOVE ADANA! I love that she is yours!
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