After the unfortunate loss of Pinchy, we happened to be in a yummy Paris chocolate store that had a bag of chocolates shaped like lobsters and fish. Of course I bought it. I'm a sucker. Miss O thought these were hers, exclusively. Which was NOT my plan, not when it came to good chocolate.
Last night, I ate the last few chocolates in the bag and made the dreadful tactical error of not hiding the empty bag in the trash.
6:23 this morning, a loud crinkle was heard and an indignant voice yelled down the servant stairs: "HEY! WHO ATE ALL MY LOBSTERS?!"
Busted.
"Um, I think Folly must have eaten them, honey."
She continued to grill me 'til I finally 'fessed up. Damn, that kid is relentless.
In other news, Miss O actually had a dirt mustache yesterday. And a little dirt goatee, too. Very attractive. She spent the day at Mel's, digging in the dirt and generally getting grubby from head to toe. No wonder she passed out at the kitchen counter at 7:30... She wouldn't wake up to pee before bed, so we put a diaper on her. This morning she woke up around 5 and realized she was wearing said diaper. She was most indignant. She hopped out of bed, ripped off the offending diaper, stumbled into the bathroom to plop it in the trash, then hunted up some Big Girl Unnerwears.
Hrm. Now that I think about it, there was a whole lotta offended rustling of objects going on this morning...
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