Same Question, Same Answer

Today G pooped in the bathtub.  Yes, she sure did.  One second the girls were giggling and playing and the next second A was pointing to some brown turds in the tub crying, "She pooped! She pooped!"  

G was so startled by our response that she, too, scrambled as far away from the excrement as she possibly could.  But what do you know?   As I began snapping a picture (I like to have hard evidence that shows I earn my keep around here), she managed to lunge for a piece at the very last second.  So, I essentially took a picture of her holding a turd in a pincer's grasp...which has me winning the "Worst Mom of the Year" award, yet again, because it looks like I'm actually taking a picture of this moment instead of getting her out and away from the crap.

After hosing them off and disinfecting their entire bodies, A turns toward me and asks the same question she always asks after G does something naughty..."Did I do that when I was a baby?"

And I give her the same answer, "No, A, you did NOT do that."

Then I see the momentary struggle on her face as she grapples between being half relieved and, yet, half disappointed that she didn't have the gall to pull off a cool trick like that when she was in diapers.

If girls are "sugar and spice and everything nice," then A's the sugar and, that other one, she's the spice.