The only thing worse than watching 32 episodes of Blue's Clues all in a row is watching them as Amazon Prime freezes and starts, freezes and starts. "Blue skid..........................................doo; we can,.....too!"
I have a 24-oz cup, with a lid and straw, that I fill with water and carry around with me in hopes of hydrating myself well. C was sitting next to me, and I heard the familiar burble of a child blowing air into the water. This caused me to smile fondly - until I turned my head to look at her.
C is a lot like the month of March. She comes in like a lamb, and goes out like a lion. Unfortunately, the lamb part only lasts five minutes as she wanders downstairs, squinty-eyed, and climbs into my lap.
C comes downstairs to ask me a question. As she's stammering "um...uh...um...uh," I smell something chemical in nature. I run to my bedroom, where the smell is very strong.
Yesterday I had a run in my pantyhose (yes, I still wear pantyhose) and grabbed a nail polish bottle to stop the run. BTW, never use your little daughter's purple glitter nail polish to stop a run - it's not as transparent as it looks. Anyway, I left the bottle on my dresser, and she opened it and poured it into my pajama drawer.
As I enter the room with my cup of hot tea, she drops the ball of string she's been unrolling and runs away. Curiosity doesn't bother me, but hiding from Momma does, so I call her back.
Me: You don't need to run away. C: Oh, but I unrolled your ball. Me: Please don't unroll my string. Why did you do that? C: I want to use it. It is my yarn! Me: Next time, just ask. Would you like me to cut off a nice long piece for you? C: Sure! I'll get the scissors. They're in J's room! I'll be right back!
C: Bad J! Don't call me a stinker! Me: Come here, C! I'll smell you. (C runs over and is thoroughly sniffed.) Me: Nope! You smell just fine to me! C: Oh! Let me smell you, Momma! (Sniff, sniff, sniff) C: You smell like a stinker to me!