"alex, don't kick your sister!!"
"alex, don't sit on your sister!!!"
"alex...did you just spit on your sister?! ok- time out kid."
it's hard not to laugh. she looks so contrite.
30 seconds later, after a very loud "SORRY!" she's over it.
what a furrowed brow. such focus. intense i tell you.
and as all is calm & quiet....the dogs begin barking with so much fervor that i'm pretty sure we're all about to die at the hands of an intruder.
as i reach for my weapon of choice (salad tongs that alex removed from their proper place)- i look outside to see this:
a masked robber, intent on cleaning us out?
no- just some feathered food. yes, food. stupid dogs.
we don't have any baby dolls- so poor elmo gets diapered & force fed some "MIIIILK!"
i try to instill safety & love by letting alex know that this isn't the proper way to hold her "baby" & check his diaper...
in return, i'm rewarded with a look of disdain as i call her parenting methods into question.
i later discovered elmo in the trash. i'm thinking babysitting is out of the question.