Daddy, Stop Helping Me…
posted in funny |you’re getting in my way.
Was this the three year old or the eleven year old?
HAH!
It was the three year old. I was washing her hands with her in the bathroom sink and getting a washrag all wet for her face. But it was keeping her hands from being in the water by themselves. The TT is very funny; I think her sense of humor is highly developed. So’s her sense of outrage.
The DQ, on the other hand, is cleaning her room. It’s a summer project. We lifted the loft bed back up and she’s thrilled with the new space. And after setting the “roll out desk” back up, she’s been sitting at it for almost 48 hours straight. She’s written letters and she’s been drawing posters. She’s very pleased with it.
We didn’t put the ladder back on it, which is OK for the DQ, but the TT is kind of upset about it. She wants one of her own! Which is probably a good thing, because now that she has a “real” grown up mattress, it’s just sitting with its box spring on the floor.
