I did. Emily always seems to amaze me. And this beautiful, sunny day ... also known as "day two" of summer vacation ... is no exception.
Really.
I had no idea that sitting in one particular chair at the kitchen table was so incredibly important. Apparently it is. I was enlightened and came to this conclusion because one simple stinkin' kitchen chair warranted a 30 minute meltdown.
No joke.
Emily, my sometimes sweet five year old, cried and cried and cried because Molly was sitting in the chair that Emily seemingly thought was reserved just for her. So, do you want to know what she did after she cried and cried and cried? Of course you do.
She cried some more.
And when I say "cry" ... I mean, "CRY!!!!".
Cry as in ... hope the neighbors don't think I'm beating her and call DHS on me.
Silence has overtaken the house and subdivision once again, as I assume Emily has passed out from exhaustion after the impressive display she just entertained us with. This is a good thing, as it has allowed me to think straight for three minutes to type up this post. Otherwise, I'm sure the blog would not have gotten updated today.
Oh no! Molly just appeared with Emily's slippers on. I have a feeling this could get ugly ... I better go assume my safety position in my bedroom closet.
What?
It's totally necessary for survival.
