Over the weekend we made one last trip to Graham, TX. The girls had a blast at their cousin's pool party, got in a nice visit with Nana and Pops, and enjoyed some good quality play time and some yummy pizza.
You would THINK after a fun filled evening like this, they would be ready to crash, right???
When it came time for bed, we were comfortable enough, with Miss E on the top bunk and Miss A and I on the bottom. And they weren't overly hyper/wild/rowdy.
Just not tired!
Miss E was tossing and turning, hanging her hands over the edge of the bed, and commenting or questioning on the most random things.
For over an hour!
I finally got up, took Miss A potty again, gave a rather stern whispered warning (the baby was asleep right next door) threatened something or someone I'm sure, and turned my back, praying for peace and quiet!
Miss E quickly settled down.
Miss A, on the other hand, was still going strong. She was talking to her stuffed animals, playing with her shadow, putting her feet up on the wall, and constantly moving back and forth from the foot to the head of the bed.
I was sooooo tired and just wanted to sleep!! SO, when she saw something on the floor (my phone, I think) and was determined to get it, ignoring my numerous warnings to Be Still! Be Quiet! Go to SLEEP!....I popped her quickly on the rear.
I wanted to get her attention. And it worked!
She whipped around and told me off!
And so was born my newest IQ.
"Don't you spank my bottom, Mama!"
...pause for about three beats...
"Do you HEAR ME!?!"
a HUGE dramatic sigh, a huffy, puffy, elaborate rollover so her back was to me, and finishes with:
"You gotta be Kidding Me!"
I. Was. Dying!
It was all I could do to contain myself! I was shaking, I was laughing so hard. There was no way I could even attempt a response.
I wonder where she's heard this before?? :)