Rachael just woke up, popped her head out of the rubbermaid tote, and did something really funny.
Yes, she was sleeping in the container where we usually store the Christmas lights. Does that seem strange to you? That wasn’t the funny part. You obviously need more children.
She asked if she could be done with her nap, crawled out of the tote and stumbled straight past the bathroom to the laundry room door. As we watched, she wrestled the door open. It sticks, and she was frustrated, but she did it. She disappeared inside while we shot each other puzzled and amused glances.
After a few long moments, she stumbled back out with her undies around her ankles and her ballerina costume hiked up. She looked angry.
I managed to blurt out helpfully, “Honey, we moved the toilet into the bathroom, right there.”
She gave me an annoyed look. “Yeah.” Apparently she didn’t appreciate my stating the obvious.
As she shuffled to the bathroom, she glared at all our faces, contorted with restrained laughter. “What?”
Needless to say, she decided to lie down for just a few more minutes. She’s back in the container now.by