As Banshee has grown into a big girl, as she says, she’s been asserting her independence.
This includes the realm of picking and pouring her own beverages.
Picture with me, a 3, almost four year old, holding large, full containers of liquid and pouring them into cups.
Yeah.
Exactly.
A particular instance a few weeks ago, she wanted to pour her own glass of milk.
BAD IDEA.
This decision came about as I was nursing Torpedo.
Because all great ideas happen when I am literally unable to move.
So, I’m projecting my voice from the living room in the direction of the kitchen.
“Banshee, no, I will help you as soon as I’m doing feeding Torpedo.”
“No, mommy, I can do it!”
*wide eyes of frustration*
I’m sitting there wondering what is actually transpiring – because I can hear her, but I can’t see what is taking place around the wall separating our living room and our kitchen.
Then it happened.
*loud boom and splatter sounds*
*audible sigh*
*Banshee shrieking*
She comes around the corner with her hands out, milk dripping from her hairline to her chin and on to her clothes.
She is absolutely beside herself.
I am, of course, still feeding the baby.
“Go, to the bathroom and clean your face. I will be in there in a minute.”
*continued shrieking as she heads down the hallway*
And, also of course after the incident, Torpedo is now done nursing and I can check what is happening.
Sprite and Tempest already started cleaning up the milk – which I greatly appreciated.
So, what I witnessed milk-wise on the floor wasn’t as bad as I anticipated.
But, as I picked up the milk jug, the handle was completely split up the seam of the handle.
I sign and shake my head
Tempest gives me a play by play: Banshee went to the outside (garage) fridge and brought in a new gallon of milk and accidentally dropped it on the floor.
She lugged this heavy gallon container of milk up some stairs, probably became fatigued, and accidentally dropped said gallon causing the lid to blast off the carton and milk erupt out of the top directly into Banshee’s face.
I can’t even sometimes.
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