Or the car races we had this morning. Or the two poured out sippies of juice on the kitchen floor.
But you'd be wrong. Those are old hat. She can navigate a juice spill.
So after a good morning workout running outside, we came in for a photo shoot. Which has nothing to do with the story except for that I wanted a reason to post these.
Bed falling is basically hitting the wall with your hand or a hair brush and then falling backwards, plank style, onto the bed. You know what? I'll just show you. And yes, there is a disembodied Big Bird on the wall. From the days I believed wall stickers were a good idea. I'm smarter now. Oh and please note my amazing skills at keeping the bits off camera. That's two years of practice right there.
Then we read some books. Chilled out. Sang some songs and got ourselves calmed down in time for lunch. But that's when things got dangerous.
Plum tried to walk out of the room. And it didn't go well.
The lip got fat. She stood up and was pissed. She yelled at me. Perhaps she believed this was my fault. Blood pouring out of her mouth. I dropped my phone and tended to her. So no carnage pics.
Two popsicles and a Hot Wheels boo boo ice later, she was good to go.
Ready to start being dangerous again. Because it's official now. She a badass.