Last Sunday Lucy was in her room, taking her ‘nap’ when I heard a whimper than turned into a cry for help. I went in to her room and there she was struggling because instead of napping she had taken off her pants and proceeded to put on every pair of underpants that she owns (approximately twenty). She was then trying to take them off – pulling the ones underneath off first. She had (obviously) gotten them tangled tightly around her thighs and could not move as they slowly cut off circulation to her lower legs.
On Monday she was getting ready for dinner – in our bathroom when, after 15 minutes or so, I went in to check on her. She had pulled out my makeup and was proceeding to ‘powder her face’. I asked her what she was up to and she stated quite matter of factly “I just needed to put on some makeup because I look horrible right now.”
Tuesday night, in the hopes of not getting my make up all over the bathroom floor went with her to get ready for dinner and insisted that she use her own bathroom. I followed her in there and asked if she needed any help, she turned to me – pushed me out of the doorway and said “no, Mom what I really want right now is just some peace and quiet.”
Ba dum dum dum