We were in church listening to the minister. Miss Lilly was busy, busy, busy. Her mom was home sick with baby Jacob. Miss Lilly's business was all about child's play as her little black skirt swished when she walked. At this moment she was standing on the floor leaning into the blue upholstered pew, and on the seat she was wrapping her baby doll in a blanket while next to her daddy. The preacher said something about the House of Jacob in his sermon. You think little ears don't hear? Well, she went right up to her dad who was leaning forward, elbows on knees, with the Bible in his hands, and she poked her head between his arms and quizzed, "He said Jacob. Why he say Jacob?"
LOL, little ears, they do pick up things.
During the same service she gave me an education. This little sprit of a determined girl instructed me on how to wrap some pennies, LOL. I wrapped them like a baby, no, that wasn't it, then I wrapped them like a hobo's bag, no, that wasn't it. Come to find out, she wanted them wrapped so they resembled a sack that she could put on her back, "like Santa" she firmly said. LOL.
Oh, and you should see her in a public restroom, that's a sideshow in itself. I told her not to touch anything "and I mean anything." Those places are so filthy. No matter how or who or when cleaned, they remain filthy places. So while I'm locking the stall door, she gently takes one finger (I'm watching out of the corner of my eye) and swipes it about 12 inches along the wall, with a direct look into my eyes she rebels, "I touched the wall."
Grrr, the minx, she's testing boundaries.
When we were done, (and let me ask you, How on earth do you help a little girl get soap from the dispenser and wash her hands in those tall-off-the-ground sinks especially when we're all used to step stools?) she had a fit. "My pants are wet!" and she flings her arms and hands down her side in a huffy stance and pouts her lips. Now, I'm totally flummoxed. Her pants are wet? How? How could her pants be wet? Did she miss the stool? Did she wet herself before we went in? What the heck is this all about?
Finally, we communicated. It was her pants, the knees! They were wet from the struggle to wash her hands! Oh, my lands!
But this little bathroom episode is chock full of laughs and I'm sure the occupant next door heard childlike exclamations. While she was still sitting there, doing her business, her eyes got big, she was half scared, her lips made an "Oh" and I had to think a minute 'cause she hadn't left her seat so it shouldn't have flushed, she hadn't reached around to pull the lever, but our cubicle was filled with this huge all engulfing sound of "SWOOSH!"
It had come from the neighboring stall.
LOL, Miss Lilly and child's play, like my own kids antics, make my day.
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