It started with a nap. (or an attempt at a nap)
and it ended with another painting adventure. and poo.
"mommy. i paint!"
she did, in fact. she painted herself. her carpet. her toys. her books. *
with poo. **
on purpose. the little shit. literally.
and guess who got the pleasure of cleaning that up...because a certain spouse was out cleaning the garage?!! (i can't possibly help you, Ali, my hands are dirty. and what exactly do you think my hands are?? )
how does a child go from being the cutest little thing in the world, to being, well, not?!!
i realize, yes, that she's two. she's a terrible two. she's supposed to make trouble.
but how can i child with a face like this turn into a devil on wheels the minute she's put to bed????!!!
*and i'm pretty sure she put her hands in her mouth too...
** and i'm pretty sure i need to move now.
for the Dr. Jekyll - and much cleaner - portion of this story, please come on over to Cheaper Than Therapy. for some cute pictures. and video!