it was fun when WE did it

Ooooh, being a child.  Everything is exciting, and different, and new, and fun.

Or a disastrous mess!!

 

If my mom has ever sat down with you for more than 15 minutes, you know that the highlight of my childhood "disasters" occurred when I was about 2.  Mom noticed that the house had gotten too quiet, as is often the case when a child is doing something that THEY think is great fun, but obviously something they shouldn't be doing. 

In my case, I had discovered eggs.  More specifically, I had figured out how to open the refrigerator and was systematically pulling out a single egg, holding it above my head, and laughing with hysterical glee as soon as it inevitably "splatted" on the ground.  I had repeated this process about 6 times before my mom found me,  the eggs, and the slippery, icky mess on her floor.

Well, history has a way of repeating itself.

Today, the house got quiet, as happens when Miss Makayla gets involved in something she shouldn't be.  When I found her, she was painting the floors, the dogs, herself, the fridge and the oven with butter.  The big, giant, got-it-on-sale-at-Winn Dixie tub o' butter.  She was steadily eating butter with one hand and swirling it around with the other.  It was in her hair, her eyelashes, her ears.  It was a giant greasy mess on the floor.  It was all OVER BOTH dogs. 

oooooooh, childhood.  Payback's a bitch.