Wednesday, October 31, 2012
The Spooky Salon.
I was pulling together costume pieces (and sorting the copious piles of clean/dirty laundry), with my two miniature helpers- namely, half-dressed Orange Butterfly and fully dressed [pajama-outfitted] Brown Puppy. Nora announced that she wanted to play Jeremy (the dude who cut her hair, not the Pearl Jam song, sigh). I handed her a small pink comb and the water spray bottle, and opened Susannah's closet with an armful of sweaters. I turned back not three seconds later to find-
-A confused Susannah, drenched from head to toe, and a startled Nora, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Nor, did you just open the spray bottle and dump it on Zuzu?"
"Yes, I did."
I grabbed a towel and dried off the already cheerful toddler, who was totally ready to forgive and forget.
"Nora, you can't dump water on people, especially not your little sister."
The Orange Butterfly stood with her hands on her [glittery] hips and exclaimed, "Well, if she didn't want a trim, she should have SAID SOMETHING."
(Happy Halloween, from our [slightly damp] home to yours.)