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five-year-old hilarity
- 4:30 yesterday afternoon, Adam dismantles a pink marker (one of about eight in my house that are NOT WASHABLE) and squeezes the little ink tube till it bleeds. I learn of this when he decides that he shouldn’t touch the bathroom faucet with such very pink hands, and he comes to ask me for help.
- 9:15 yesterday evening, I notice that neither my bobby pins nor the bathroom drain stopper are where they should be. As a mother who knows her child, I don’t even bother to ask questions before taking the drain apart. I am surprised when a Very Large Clump of bobby pins falls out (I was expecting only the two that I could see in the drain, silly me), and I say something like, “That’s kind of a <em>lot</em> of bobby pins.” From his room, where he is supposed to be asleep, Adam says, “Oh, I did that.” Yeah, of course you did.
- 2:45 this afternoon, Adam calls me into his room during his putative nap. He beckons me close and says, “I made a new plan for myself that anyone who comes into my room loses all of their dollars and I’m keepin’ ‘em.”
