Exactly What You Thought Would Happen

 Not only do kids say the darnedest things: they do the darnedest things too. And yes I'm talking about my kids, specifically Brie this time! I may not have the order of events exactly correct, but the events themselves are correct. I cannot make this stuff up!

We will begin with little Brie deciding that she wanted to go sledding. The only problem was: it wasn't winter and there was no snow. So what seemed logical to her? Fashioning a makeshift sled out of a large Luvs diaper box to slide down the inside staircase. What happened? Exactly what you thought would happen: she lost control, careened down the steps and bounced out of the box onto her bottom. She of course cried, my father couldn't hold in his laughter and Marie picked her up to comfort her and scold her grandfather. 

Brie seemed to have a penchant for the stairs. One day she decided she wanted to be a tightrope walker. How was she going to accomplish this? By carefully putting her feet into the empty spaces of the bannister and carefully walking, moving her feet from space to space. Of course, after a little bit she got cocky and figured she would do a spin. What happened? Exactly what you thought would happen. Her foot slipped and she took a bit of a tumble down the stairs. She cried, my father couldn't hold in his laughter and Marie picked her up to comfort her and scold her grandfather.

I had bought Brie a cute pair of patent leather Mary janes to wear to church. You know: the shiny black ones with a tiny heel that made the appropriate tap-tap-tapping sound when she walked. She loved these shoes!

Marie told her that they were just for church and to not wear them outside because they were slippery. So what did Brie do? Not only did she wear them outside: she decided to jump rope while wearing them. What happened? Exactly what you thought would happen. She jumped, came down, her heel slipped and she landed on her butt. She cried, Marie picked her up to scold and comfort her, yet my father missed out because he was inside.

But the absolute piece de resistance was this:

Robin came over to babysit while I was working an evening shift. I told her no cupcakes for the kids. The girls had on their feetie jammies and Robin was in the living room, probably watching MTV (her favorite thing). She didn't even notice Brie go sneaking into the kitchen; and Brie didn't notice Kitty sneaking in behind her. The cupcakes (the old-fashioned, delicious Freihofer cupcakes with the soft yummy frosting!) were on top of the kitchen cabinets. Enterprising Brie softly moved a chair over by the sink so she could use it to get on the sink edge and reach the cupcake box. She got on the sink's edge, and reached up to grab the forbidden cupcake box. Apparently Kitty saw this, got excited and let out a squeal. Brie, not knowing that her sister was in the room, let out her own squeal as she partially turned, lost her footing and fell, with her butt landing in a big pot of water that I had in the sink soaking. Robin came running to see what the commotion was, and found Brie sitting in the sink crying. Well, just like her father, Robin started laughing and rescued her poor niece. She wasn't hurt, but was upset because she hadn't gotten the cupcake and Robin wouldn't give her one (even though she ate one herself when they went to bed). She was also upset because her bottom was wet and she had to change into a regular pair of pajamas. But she brought that upon herself!

Of course there were plenty of more incidents, but I only allotted 20 minutes to write this while I'm on a break at work. So thanks for this quick trip down memory lane with me! (and mama loves you Brie!)