And The Laughs Keep On Coming

The theme this week seems to be Grace, so I'll finish it out with a few more stories.

This past Friday, I was sitting out on the deck enjoying some spiced tea and a book. The kids were running in and out, and I was being amused by their imaginative play.

Nathan needed some help attaching a rubber band to the end of a forked stick, so I went inside to help him out. As I was working on the mechanics of getting the rubber band to actually stay on the stick, I looked across the kitchen and saw a small pile of what looked like hair on the floor.

Except that it didn't just look like hair...it was hair. Gracie's hair.

I called her into the kitchen so I could assess the damage, and I think I scared her a little as I pulled more and more loose strands from her head. I was horrified, and each pass of my fingers through her hair made it worse.

When it was all said and done, she really didn't do that much damage. When I asked her why she did it, she said:

Because it was in my eyes.

Of course. What else would you do when your hair is in your face?

Fast forward to this evening. Trevor, Nathan and I were watching television together while Gracie took her bath. After her bath, she came running into the living room (sans clothing, of course), with a pair of Nathan's socks in her hand. In a voice filled with reproach and indignation she said:

Mommy, Nathan's socks were in my drawer where my panties live!

I guess we're going to have to start segregating the boy socks from the girl panties. I can't believe we were so careless.