Tonight’s adventure began with a bit of a fright. I was feeding our cat Clyde. That may seem like a quick little trick but…. when you are a 24 pound cat….. well feeding you is …involved.
So I feed the cat and there is a scuffle, a bit of a hustle, a slide as far as I can tell, and then….
a scream of gargantuan proportion.
Sprinting up the stairs (good thing I am still in my yoga pants – LONG LIVE THE YOGA PANT). I land on the first floor to find Tennyson absolutely frantic…
crying, with that pretty much constant snot drip
(I sincerely hope that stops by the time she is 16 – Prom will totally suck if it doesn’t).
Then I notice her head is bleeding.
“Mommy it was acc’dent. ”
OMG OMG – She hit her head and split it open. OMG OMG
OK as I get closer and examine the sister inflicted wound
it is a sort of odd shade of red …
really almost fuchsia.
It is actually not blood, no indeed…..
It is Hot Pink Marker in a perfect circle (will give her that – A+ on geometry). Landon has colored her sister’s head with a marker.
All I do is look at her
“Mommy…. Twas an acc’dent”
There is no answer to this question. I have figured out one thing – 3 ½ year olds are not logical. Their sole purpose in life is to make you crazy — I really think they sit around thinking about how to screw with your psyche.
Seriously… I got nothing here. I used to be so witty. But I was sleeping a full 6 1/2 to 7 hours (uninterrupted) then.
“Landon…. Landon….. Landon…. So help me …. One day you … you … you are going to want a car… and you know what… I….I….. I am not gonna get you one”
What! This makes no sense …even to me and I said it.
“But Mommy…. you has a car and I little”
Pivot….turn….Storming out – DAMNIT ….. I just want the last word….