I Told You So

I told you we had a wild child.  Here are three short stories from her life.

#1
Yesterday Wild Child wanted to brush her teeth.  I handed her the toothbrush and a few minutes later she handed it back to me.....bright pink.  I wracked my brain trying to think of what food she had eaten that was that color. I was stumped.   Then I remember the mangled magenta crayon.

#2
Wild Child loves to play on the porch.  She will go to the door and proclaim "ch" and this means please open the door so I can go play.  The other day she was toddling around with an empty orange juice container she had found in our recycling bucket.  A few minutes later she walked into the kitchen smacking her lips in distaste.  I noticed she had a stream of wetness down her shirt.  I picked her up and smelled her.  Not orange juice at all.  In fact, beer.

#3
Last week I was driving the girls home from Isis' dance class.  Isis informed me that Wild Child was spitting.  I told Isis not to worry because Wild Child was just making raspberry noises to be silly.  Isis informed me Wild Child was spitting. I informed her she was wrong.  Until we got home and the entire back seat and back window of our car were literally dripping with water.  Apparently what I thought were raspberries, were in fact mouthfuls of water being sprayed...everywhere.

And just in case wet lips, pink teeth, and beer breath aren't bad enough, why not draw on your belly?