yesterday I was in the kitchen doing my thing. i was vaguely aware of hope sitting in the living room in my red wingback chair, watching television. i think it was dora. when i finished what i was doing i went to see what was going on and there sat hope, butt naked and all i could hear was a drip drip drip noise. i immediately started yelling "did you pee in the chair?"
she very calmly looked up at me , smiled and said " no, i'm swimming" It was then that I saw the empty bottle of water laying on the floor beside her.
how can you stay mad at that kind of creativity?
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Michelle was Hope's age when we moved from Texas back to Oklahoma due to divorce. My sweet 3 and 4 year old children were supposed to be playing in their new room while I attempted to get us settled in our new apartment. I went to look for Michelle and found her quietly drawing a masterpiece on our bathroom wall. "Elenore Michelle, what are you doing?!" I screamed. "It's a Man". She quietly and proudly announced to her paniced mother. "Now we've got a man in the house." Her drawing remained on our bathroom wall the whole time we lived there. Just like Hope, Michelle has always had a method to her madness :-)
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