Or I could have titled this one simply "EMMA!!!!!!!!!!!!"
This morning I jumped into the shower for a quick clean-up only to have Ms. Em come into the bathroom to ask me where our hamper was...life is confusing when you're four and your mom and dad keep moving the house around. Upstairs at one end of the hallway is a simple little built in cabinet that just looks like a side table with a lamp and such but instead of having a drawer it opens up as a laundry chute. The clothes used to drop down to the first floor into my Rubbermaid hamper but now that we have a cabinet there the clothes are all hidden away. Poor Ms. Em hasn't figured out that her itty bitty body can't/won't reach those doors and she can only either ask for help or go up the stairs to put clothes in the hamper.....I know, I know I need to explain but being as I was in the shower trying to wash my face I didn't feel it was the most opportune time.
So, needless to say, after a bit of confused silence over my disjointed answer she closed the bathroom door and went about her business. I finished my shower, dried off and walked out into my bedroom. I heard a sound and figured for sure I'd find Ms. Em parked in one of our chairs but a quick scan found her neither in our chair nor in our bed.....
Mmmmm....what is that noise?
Well, it was Brenden. Standing in the doorway. The open doorway. Of my room. With a magazine. And did I mention an open door? And me. In. My. Birthday Suit.
"MY EYES!!!! MY EYES!!!!" was what I read written all over his face.
Needless to say, Ms. Em did not get a lesson on the hamper this morning but a lesson on remembering to close Mommy's door when she leaves the room. Poor Brenden. I think his skin color matched his hair color this morning. Oh well....just a little more baggage to add to his therapy list for adulthood.
P.S. There will be no accompanying picture for this entry...I'm sure you'll understand.
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