I have said it before, and I think I will say it a thousand times more before my child is 18. Whoever wrote the song "Silence is Golden" cannot have POSSIBLY either had a toddler or lived in the same vicinity as one. For, in our house, silence is NEVER golden. In fact, it is always fairly ominous.
Well, today as I was trucking away at my sewing machine I was thinking to myself, "Wow, Lula is doing such a good job of hanging out with her baby doll on her bean bag (which is directly behind me...if ONLY I had eyes in the back of my head) and being sweet." Wait...what did I just say? So, as I walk over to my iron...I see it. The evidence that silence is NEVER, EVER golden in our house. I usually am not camera-ready for the catchings, but I got lucky this time and had some evidence.
Here she sits, proud as can be with the entire contents of a goody bag of a birthday party we attended this morning. The contents are candy. Lots and lots of candy and sugar and yummy. Most of it eaten, but not the Smarties, and when I ask about those...jokingly ask if she was saving those for later - she responded, "No. Dos are just da cannies you saids were chokings before, and so I was gonna tells you when I ate dem, otay?" Proof that she does listen to me sometimes, and sometimes follows directions. Phew. Oh well, this should be interesting in the next few hours. Seriously, she was RIGHT behind me. Not even unsupervised. This girl is sneaky...with a
Whatever am I going to do with her?
Until next time...