Yesterday, she shut herself in the bathroom with me while I was in there. 'You're going potty!' she told me helpfully. 'I'm being a turd!'
I may have laughed until I cried. Possibly that's not as funny to anyone else as it is to me and my brain has permanently broken.
She's upstairs resisting a nap (but I'm making her do an hour of quiet time while I frantically format coloring book files). Last night she woke up crying at 3 AM and came and cuddled with me in bed for a while. Since she was up early, as well as swimming and eating half the house, I'm expecting a big crash. Any minute now.
It snowed on me in town today, though it seems to have changed to rain and is in the upper 30s now.
And when we got home from swimming, I found that the cat had pooped and thrown up all over the house.
On the plus side, there is such a thing as maple bacon kettle corn.
On the minus side, I probably ate too much of it.
Hah! Silence from upstairs. Her one hour had two minutes left when she finally got quiet. I have work to do!