Having a shadow has a whole new meaning for me. Last night I dared to venture outside the home AND be honest about my departure with my children. Two out of three were okay with my temporary absence, however as you may have already guessed, Maura was not at all okay with it. In fact, quite the opposite.She was sitting eating her dinner with no issue. When I announced that I had to run out for an hour, she evolved into miserable Maura - shrieking, yelling and essentially freaking out. I tried to minimize her tantrum in hopes she would calm down and in hopes my husband didn't go into panic mode because I was leaving. I dashed for the door when I thought I had a few feet of room. She pursued. I shut the garage door. She tried to open it. I held it tight so she couldn't get out. Then, nothing. Whew.
As I walked to my car door, I see Maura climbing into the back seat of my car. How the? What the? The bugger went out the front door and into the garage when I thought she had given up. I should know better!!!
My husband and I then spent the next 10 minutes trying to peel her from the difficult-to-reach third row. She was holding on for dear life. I think the finger dents are still on the cup holders. Once we did get her back into the house, she was inconsolable. I sped out of there faster than any Nascar driver. No chance for another Maura siting. My husband called two times. I finally turned the phone off. I needed a break. I guess he did, too. He sent her upstairs to calm down. So what did she do? I'll give you three guesses. No, she did not fall asleep from exhaustion. No, she did not continue to cry in her room. No, she did not lay in my bed so she could feel close to me. No, not Maura.
She proceeded to find the dullest pair of baby nail scissors (and only pair since I hid the other scissors from her) and proceeded to cut the beautiful braid that lined her angelic face - at an angle, no less. When Jim discovered this, she was so proud of herself. After all, "isn't it beautiful, daddy?"
My shadow is evil. There. I said it.
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And what did daddy do? I wonder what prompted her to do that? What goes on in the mind of a child.......
ReplyDeleteDaddy was in shock. I think he was more worried about my reaction. He thought that all things considered, she did a nice job in her cutting. This comes from a man that doesn't have much hair. :)
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