Our sweet, darling daughter Emilia is a sneak. At three years old, she scouts, plans and executes her ideas with startling precision. Take the other night for example:
Heather puts her to bed. Turns out the light.
A few minutes later, Ben notices the light on. We go to her room and she has Heather’s handbag dumped out all over her room. Ben scolds Emilia and re-packs the bag. Ben then scolds Heather for leaving her handbag out in the dining room.
[[[Thing is, Heather always puts her bag in the same place every day, in the living room. But whatever.]]]
A few minutes pass and the light in Emilia’s room goes on again. This time, she’s wearing a princess dress that was somehow not put away. Princess dress off, Emilia to bed, lights off again.
…Lights on, AGAIN. Walking into Emilia’s room on the third time was a sight. She had stolen the wooden cooking salt container from the kitchen -it holds all the really coarse salt – and emptied it onto her bed. Where she was picking up salt rocks on saliva dampened fingers and shoving them into her mouth.
As Heather and Ben carried the organic, everything-free mattress out the door to dump off the salt, Heather couldn’t help but wonder if the cooking Salt had been left in the dining room as well.
