Hallie always gets up early- regardless of what time she went to bed. This morning was no exception. Bright and early she comes running into our room wanting to play. Steve convinced her to go read (look at books) in her room, and we were ecstatic as we both rolled over to enjoy another 1/2 hour of sleep…bad idea. When I walked into the living room this morning, Hallie was covered in toilet paper; wrapped over each of her arms and legs. Although I wasn’t thrilled with seeing her in toilet paper it wasn’t half as bad as the baby powder sprinkled everywhere. By the door, by the couch, on Hunter’s toy, by the piano…everywhere.
We worked passed it – although frustrated, it wasn’t the end of the world.
Flash forward three hours as we drive home from church. I was driving and she asked me to hand her a wet wipe. I was talking with Steve and a little distracted so I gave her the wet-wipe and kept talking. It then dawned on me to ask why she needed the wipe. So I look in the rear view mirror and see Hallie trying to wipe the gum off her fingers. On her nose. On her eye…and yes in her hair. This in addition to the gum she got on her new jeans yesterday. I was so ready to just cut it out, it wasn’t that much hair. But Steve was the voice of reason who decided to get it out with peanut butter. As of today, Hallie is banned from gum, at least for the time being. If she asks you for gum, please kindly refuse. And if she ends up with gum and I’m able to track down who gave it to her, you better believe our friendship could be on the line! 🙂