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Uncontrolled Giggling Is Always Bad

January 25, 2010
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It’s really a truth that I have known for quite some time, but I was hopeful that today the unabashed giggling coming from upstairs was just the girls having innocent fun.

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It was the end of naptime, the Big One asked if she could get the Little One up.  I said yes and told her I was going to get the mail.  Our mailbox is across the street.  It takes about two minutes to get the mail and get home.

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As soon as I came back in the house, I should have put the mail down and marched upstairs to see what all the giggling was about. Instead I was dumb and sat down on the couch.

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As I sat on the couch listening to the giggling (actually enjoying the giggling, it’s fun to hear them have so much fun together), I started to get a very bad feeling.

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Last week when they were giggling like this, they were coloring on an antique table and walls upstairs.  I knew that there were no pens, so I was a bit concerned, but not overly concerned.

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Then I heard the following:

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The Big One: Mommy, I am really sorry.  I got all wet.  My clothes are wet.  My hair is wet.  I’m really , really sorry Mommy.  I didn’t mean to get wet.

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The Little One: My panties are all wet (to the Little One, “panties” are pants, not underwear, she is still in diapers!)

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The Big One: I’m really sorry Mommy. I am all wet.

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By now I was upstairs and standing in their bathroom doorway. Both sinks are filled to the brim, the counter is dripping wet and there is a good inch of water all over the bathroom floors.

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I couldn’t even say anything. Of course, they thought it was hysterical. They were practically rolling on the floor laughing, while I just stood there not knowing where to begin.

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I needed to get them out of the bathroom, but was afraid if they moved they would slip and fall on the tile. I certainly didn’t want to pick them up to get them out of the bathroom because I didn’t want to get all wet.

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So I grabbed a stack of towel, threw them all over the floor and told them to get out. They laughed all the way back to their rooms, while I unstopped the sinks. Mopped up the floor and contemplated putting them in time-out or just  letting it go.

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I am tired, I don’t feel well, so we just let it go. I told them to change clothes and come downstairs. Then once they got downstairs I explained that the next time the Big One felt the need to “clean” one of her toys it might be best to ask for some help.

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