I was downstairs sorting laundry this morning, calling Zoe to come follow me (as she typically, eagerly does), but this time she fell to a distraction -- calling back to my request, "I washing!"
After stuffing a load of laundry in, an alarming slippery slick oily sound emitted from her space as she continued exclaiming "I washing! I washing!"
I ran upstairs to find her washing the couch with my grapefruit scented body butter.
Parenting nose-dive for LOLing, seizing my camera, and then insisting she bring this sofa “cleansing” to a halt while I dashed like an E.R. doctor to the poor greasy buttered couch.
I don't think I have it in me to get mad about stuff like this.
I just love this child so ridiculously.