Floor exercises in "the green room" from 5:30-6:57, called away by child M mere seconds after powering up the tube in hopes of catching a few minutes of Matt Lauer/Al Roker banter. First thing she says upon entering her room, "Who's watching TV? Somebody turned on the TV. Did you turn on the TV? I heard the TV. The ding when it turns on." Mind you, I killed it before getting her from her closet crib. But, she marched right in, did a sweep and declared, "Must have been Lucy and Kip. Oh well. Can I watch Scooby Doo?"
My mumbled affirmative answer was met with a "Oh gee. Thanks, Mom. I love you, Mom. Don't you love Scooby Doo? I love him. I'm just gonna sit right here. Hi Lucy. Hi Kip."
Seven minutes later, while I'm downstairs romancing the Keurig, "COMMERCIALLLLL! MOM - COMMERCIAL." I yell back "JUST WATCH IT!" She yells back, "I DON'T LIKE COMMERCIALS" I yell back, "WHEN I WAS LITTLE WE HAD TO WATCH THE COMMERCIALS." She yells back, "I AM LITTLE NOW AND I DON'T HAVE TO WATCH COMMERCIALS." Touché, child.
What else? My Little Pony undie request and subsequent meltdown when told the brand-new skivvies needed washing prior to wear. (Result - she's wearing MLPs.) Lucy gummed-beyond-legibility my Kroger list, flipped off the changing sarcophagus, and went through an outfit prior to 8:12. And, I had to wax poetic a from-scratch story during the ten minute drive to Tutor Time. (Telling an original story for ten minutes on the drive to school should be an event in the mom olympics.)
You know. Just another relaxing morning.
p.s. This one's especially for you, Grandma and Papa. To make you smile on a grey day.
