Too Smart for Me

I am still in unpacking mode.  It’s a pain.  I hate it. You would think with all the moves in the last eight years that I would have it down to a science.  And when you consider that I have moved into this house three times now you would think that I would have finished the task in no time.  Not so much.

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I was working on the play room while the Big One was at school.  I assumed that doing it with one kiddo was much easier than doing it with two. I was putting together these wire cube thingies. They are a pain to put together, but the hold the dirt cheap Ikea boxes quite well.  And I needed my book shelves for my “office” (which is really a part of my kitchen, but that’s another story). {And just a note, those “dirt cheap” bins used to be red and blue and only 99cents  each.}

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So I had moving boxes, paper, wire frames and pieces everywhere when the Little One insisted that she needed to get out of the playroom immediately.  The conversation went something like this:

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Little One:  “Scuse me Momma”
FixItMommy: “Ummmm, not right this second.”
Little One:  “Momma, I need to get out.” {in an exasperated tone}
FixItMommy:  “Do you NOT see the mess in here, I cannot let you out right now.”
Little One: “UGGGHHHHH! Mooooommmmmyyyy!” {hands on her hips}
FixItMommy: “I will be done in a minute and can make you a path out.”
Little One: “But I have to go pee!!!!!”
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At this point, I believe her and quickly drop what I am doing, make her a path and lead her out of the playroom.

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I kid you not, the kid then looked at me, grinned and said, “I don’t fink I haf to pee Momma.”

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Are you freaking kidding me? She has been potty trained for just a bit but has already figured out how to get my attention and apparently get what she wants.

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Little turd.