Well, I'll fix that right quick with the latest amusing story about Kara. Yesterday, at nap time, she slept in the bed with her Daddy. I figure if she gets up and starts to ramble around, he'll hear her and send her back here to me. Nope. He didn't hear a thing. I finally heard something stirring around back there and peeked in to check. He was snoring. She was rambling in the bathroom. I walked in there to get her and quietly bring her to the TV so Casey could sleep longer. I stood there and stared at her for a few long seconds before asking her what she was doing. Here's how it went:
Me: Kara, what are you doing there?
Kara: Having a birthday party..
Me: For whom?
Kara: Spongebob.
What she was REALLY doing was playing in shampoo and conditioner. I mean half a bottle of conditioner squirted alllllllll around the bath tub then smeared in big swirlies. She was covered in it from head to belly button. She then had a bath and everything cleaned up easily so no harm done. It was still slightly amusing to me because I don't know how she came up with having a birthday party in the first place.
Another thing that I've been thinking of tonight was why did she tell me earlier 'don't set Molly-Moo on fire'. and I finally figured out why she said that to me. Some time over the course of the day, I was trying to get Molly to do something and I told her "Hurry dog, before I put a fire under your butt". Maybe that wasn't the right thing to say. I now know that one day while we're in public, Kara will say something about me burning the fucking dog. I guess I'll really have to start watching what I say. Kids can't help it that they take things so literally.
