John has been dealing with a persistent sore throat and I finally coaxed him into going to the doctor yesterday after work, so it was me and the kid on our own for the evening.
After dinner, we ambled into her room where she proceeded to destroy the precious balance of cleanliness and clutter to create a plastic monsoon. (Those poor Weebles never knew what hit them.)
In the midst of all this Fisher Price Frisbee (Yes, I tried to stop it) (Well, I tried to discourage it) (Okay, a beagle may have been hurt in the midst of Sprite's madness, but I was lying down on the floor covering my face with an Elmo doll so my nose would not be targeted and did not see the actual incident and only heard Blue yelp once and she's known for being a drama queen anyway, so I would not make a good character witness since I have a biased opinion, and that's all I have to say about that.), Sprite started to twirl, looking like a dog chasing the ever elusive tail. She turned until she got dizzy and started to giggle.
"Sprite, you can twirl!" I waited for her eyes to stop moving as she regained her equilibrium and then asked her for a repeat performance. She performed on command, eliciting hand clapping from me and a steady arm to stop to her from falling flat on her face.
She tried to add water ballet to her repertoire in the bathtub as I was getting her settled into her nightly soaking. Sprite would stand up as I reached over for the cup to rinse her hair and then start to turn as she giggled. "Honey, sit down." She kept turning. "Sprite, Mommy doesn't like that." Turn, turn, turn. "Sprite, sit DOWN!" I pushed her (gently, of course) into a sitting position and finished the bath.
I finally got her rinsed and repeated and out of the tub. As I put her towel around her, turn, turn, turn. (In her defense, she did dry off a lot faster in spin cycle than standing still would have accomplished.)
Maybe ballet is in her future.
I dropped her off in her classroom this morning and sat with her for a while. As she showed her friends what she could do, turn, turn, turn, she tripped over her feet and went spiraling into a book case.
Eh, ballet would have been expensive anyway.
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