While mopping my floor at 11:30 PM...

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I heard a loud THUNK come from Hunter's room. I opened the door to find Corrine behind it trying to open a drawer on Hunter's dresser.

Me: What happened?

C: I wanted you.

Me: And you couldn't see where you were going in the dark, huh?

C: No.

Me: Do you need to go potty?

C: Yes.

She gets up off my lap and walks back into Hunter's room. Instead of going to the bathroom, she walks over to his night stand and opens the top drawer.

Me: What are you doing?

C: Going to the bathroom.

Me: Do you need some help finding it?

C: No. It's right here.

No worries. I helped her find the loo. She took care of business and then went back to Hunter's room and laid down on the floor next to his bed which is where she was before she ran into the door.

Comments

Jesika said…
Oh, the joys of having kids.....It's so funny when things like that happen. It hasn't happened very often here at the Gardner front but when it does, I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING. And, of course, I have to try and be quiet because if they wake up too much I'm in trouble.......But, it's so funny! When it comes to this kind of stuff, I have some good dirt on the baby bro' Josh!!
December 18, 2007 at 7:25 AM
Jesika said…
So, I just started thinkin'....what are you doing at 11:30 PM mopping your floors! Crazy girl!
December 18, 2007 at 7:27 AM
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