My daughter has been quite the pill lately. It’s hard, because she’s co cute while being a pill, and she knows it. She has a new penchant for climbing, and has developed a bit of kleptomania. She snapped a CD into pieces this morning.
I watched her sneak off to the back of the house, knowing she was probably heading for my bedroom or bathroom. Nothing could rally hurt her, so I finished up what I was doing and started to make my way back there. Before I got around the corner, I heard the dust buster turn on. Simultaneously the shrieks of fear began.
I hadn’t even made it to the doorway when Sabrina came tearing back out into the hallway, arms flailing and terror alight on her face. All I could do was laugh. Just a little payback for the trouble she’d been causing since she woke up. I gave her a hug, and she went back to wreaking havoc, but I have this memory to make me chuckle the rest of the day.
Then again, this could bite me back in the future when I want her to vacuum the house.
(Things have been a little Sabrina heavy around here lately. Sammy, while being 4 and all that entails, has been at a summer program and hasn’t had as much time to be site fodder. Now that I’ve written as such, he will surely outdo himself.)
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