Today my visiting teacher gave me a little bottle of scented lotion. Sariah decided that it really should be her scented lotion, since she loves lotion so much and I don't really care one way or the other. So it sat on the kitchen table, and periodically she would come by and help herself to a dollop or two and enjoy the sensation of rubbing it into her hands. This is a scenario that has played itself out in our house on numerous occasions... no big deal, right?
But I should have known. I mean, I know my daughter. I know that mischief is rarely more than a few steps away. I mean, seriously, in the past few weeks this beautiful child of mine has: dyed my living room carpet neon green (with dye that is meant to not come out and was not put within her reach), covered my entire office floor with sequins, painted her body with lipstick--twice, painted my closet door with lipstick, broken James' glasses (which she KNOWS she was not supposed to have in the first place and had to climb to get them) and hidden them under her bed, been caught with a tube of toothpaste under her bed, hidden the remnants of still more of my makeup under her bed, painted herself twice with tempera paints, given herself a footbath in the kitchen sink, been caught playing in daddy's car several times (when she wasn't even supposed to be outside in the first place).... Oh, and she's gone potty in my mop bucket twice and in Dallin's garbage can once. Yeah.
So today I'm in the family room, and Sariah says to me, "Mommy, you have to come see what I played on the piano!" I'm thinking that's an interesting choice of words. She didn't say "hear what I played on the piano". She specifically used the word see. In the meantime, the scent of lotion is getting stronger and stronger. So I go into the living room, where she proudly shows me how she has put a cute little dollop of lotion on each of about 20 of my piano keys. I remain calm. I say firmly, "Oh, Sariah, lotion is not for piano keys. Lotion is for hands." I go to the bathroom to get a piece of tissue. This is not a big deal, I can take my little tissue and very carefully swipe each little dollop off each little key and the problem will be solved. I am gone literally about two seconds. Two seconds! When I get back, Sariah has very ceremoniously taken her hand and wiped all of those little individual dollops of lotion back and forth all up and down the keys. In two seconds! So now I have VERY greasy piano keys AND gunky lotion stuck in between all of those keys.
Man, she's fast.
But I should have known. I mean, I know my daughter. I know that mischief is rarely more than a few steps away. I mean, seriously, in the past few weeks this beautiful child of mine has: dyed my living room carpet neon green (with dye that is meant to not come out and was not put within her reach), covered my entire office floor with sequins, painted her body with lipstick--twice, painted my closet door with lipstick, broken James' glasses (which she KNOWS she was not supposed to have in the first place and had to climb to get them) and hidden them under her bed, been caught with a tube of toothpaste under her bed, hidden the remnants of still more of my makeup under her bed, painted herself twice with tempera paints, given herself a footbath in the kitchen sink, been caught playing in daddy's car several times (when she wasn't even supposed to be outside in the first place).... Oh, and she's gone potty in my mop bucket twice and in Dallin's garbage can once. Yeah.
So today I'm in the family room, and Sariah says to me, "Mommy, you have to come see what I played on the piano!" I'm thinking that's an interesting choice of words. She didn't say "hear what I played on the piano". She specifically used the word see. In the meantime, the scent of lotion is getting stronger and stronger. So I go into the living room, where she proudly shows me how she has put a cute little dollop of lotion on each of about 20 of my piano keys. I remain calm. I say firmly, "Oh, Sariah, lotion is not for piano keys. Lotion is for hands." I go to the bathroom to get a piece of tissue. This is not a big deal, I can take my little tissue and very carefully swipe each little dollop off each little key and the problem will be solved. I am gone literally about two seconds. Two seconds! When I get back, Sariah has very ceremoniously taken her hand and wiped all of those little individual dollops of lotion back and forth all up and down the keys. In two seconds! So now I have VERY greasy piano keys AND gunky lotion stuck in between all of those keys.
Man, she's fast.
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Just think of all the stories you can regale your grandchildren with someday.