I keep a glass of water on the nightstand at night. As I sat in the living room the other day, Brynne casually strolled up to me and asked
"Papa, where's your glass of water?"I told her I didn't know, but I would go look for it. She instantly started grinning from ear to ear. As I walked into the bedroom, she trailed me, watching my every move. The glass was not where it should have been. Seeing as how it was at least half full about ten minutes earlier, I checked the floor for a trail of water drops.
There were none.
I went into the bathroom to see if she'd emptied it into the sink and left it on the counter as she often does.
|This is somewhere between a giggle and full on laughter. Makes me smile every time.|
It was not there. She giggled behind me.
I asked her where it was and she didn't reply. She just giggled.
Upon returning to the bedroom, I noticed the drawer of my nightstand was open slightly and immediately I had flashbacks.
As I walked to the drawer, her giggles became louder. I sat on the bed and as I reached for the drawer, her giggles became full on laughter.
The drawer pulled open easily, and there was the cup. It was empty, but the drawer was dry. As I pulled the cup out and set it on the nightstand she stopped laughing long enough to say
"Papa found it. Hooray!"Then she starter to applaud me. The sink had been dry, the drawer was as well, and the flower next to the nightstand was not newly moist. Where, pray tell, had the water gone?
She peed about nine times over the next hour and a half. Mystery solved.
Normally, when we sit down to eat a meal, whatever we serve is their only option. They don't get to ask for anything they want.
The other morning, I mixed things up a bit and asked them what they wanted for breakfast. Last time I did this it worked out kinda marvelously, so I thought I'd try again.
Brynne took a few seconds and then said
"Yogurt!"with quite a bit of enthusiasm.
Yogurt was not an option as we were running a bit short on that. By "running a bit short" I mean we were out entirely.
I didn't want to tell her we were out of it as that would only make her want it more. Thinking quickly myself, I told her
"We'll have yogurt for dinner. What would you like for breakfast?"It took her another few seconds to reply
"I want dinner."
|We do love breakfast for dinner, but dinner for breakfast is a new concept we may need to explore.|