I think Piper’s an interior designer at heart. That would explain why she insists on disagreeing with me about the location of EVERY DANG THING that exists in my house. And why EVERY DANG THING that’s in her realm of maneuverability is suddenly at risk.
Problem is that I routinely underestimate her strength, and therefore the number of things she CAN move.
I was more than a little taken aback when I noticed a giant blue streak quickly moving across the house this morning. A bucket (that was, by the way, filled with balls that are now spread from one side of the house to the other) that’s as big as she is was apparently misplaced in the room-o-toys, and was better suited in the family room.
And tonight, after she made Luke read her Barnyard Dance book for the 9 millionth time, she decided she needed to take the bucket for a promenade, too. She was literally dancing in circles laughing at herself.
Now if I could just teach her to put things IN her bucket that need to go back to their mom-approved homes, things would be great. But somehow I doubt that’s gonna happen any time soon.