The Cracker

I sure hope that age 5 is a magical age for my daughter. I hope she begins to outgrow some of her creatively destructive ways. I want her to maintain the creativity but lose the destructiveness. Maybe if it was in a controlled environment it wouldn't be so bad, but we are living no where near a controlled environment. Chaos is the word that comes to mind.

Last night I was walking down the hall and I glanced into the bathroom and saw something blue on the toilet seat and lid. I kept walking because I was afraid I'd forget what I had set out to do in the first place. On my way back I stopped in to see what the blue was....it was toothpaste! The brand new toothpaste, of course! Someone had squirted it out all over the toilet seat and lid. As I looked around for evidence to convict the guilty party, I noticed there was toothpaste on the toilet paper roll, the top of the toilet, on the shelf above the toilet in more than one spot, on a Clean & New diaper that was on the counter, as well as swirled around in the sink. For whatever reason I lifted the toilet lid and found toothpaste at the bottom, beginning to swell.

I could tell this was the work of my almost 5 year old. The height and positions of the crimes were a dead give away. My youngest son is not yet that good at squirting out the toothpaste. The older kids were accounted for and had alibi's during "the act". But I still called them all in for questioning. My daughter, the one I knew was guilty, would not confess. No matter how much I manipulated, sweet talked or calmed my voice she would not give it up. She even agreed that I should punish her younger brother for the crime. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, she cracked! She confessed! She said in a frantic high pitched voice, "Okay, I did it. I squirted toothpaste all over. I'm really sorry"

And that is why they call me "The Cracker"!!