Thing 2 just knocked over a bottle of water.
She stood there and WATCHED it pour on the floor. So did Thing 1. It took several shouts to make them realize that Mommy wanted them to stop the sparkly waterfall. ARRRGH! Pick it UP already!!!!
It had puddled on a polar fleece blanket. The carpet was safe.
Stress "was."
Exhibiting all the genius of her father, Thing 1 picked up the blanket poured it off on the floor.
She then stood around and stared at the dripping blanket. And stared. And stared.
"Get ... a towel. Put the blanket on the washer, get the towel that is there."
Yeah. Right.
We're talking brain surgery here.
"Huh?"
"You. Kitchen. Blanket. Washer. Towel. Trade. Return."
"Oh." Drip drip drip drip.
"NOW!"
She carries it there, slinging water as she spins in circles the whole way. There were even a few swooshes and swoops in there. Water is now everywhere.
I'm hoping the blanket had a better fate than the towel and the spill.
Her idea then of mopping up the mess was to throw a towel down and walk off.
Hell, why do I need my mother to make me crazy? My kids are going to manage it in record time.
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