The things my kids do …

The girls like to get into my pans and tupperware cabinets.  This time they cleaned the pan closet out, put their pillows in, and were trying to fit S and her pillow up on the shelf when I came in and convinced them both to sleep on the bottom shelf.

Then, while I was working out, S cried out from behind me on the couch.  She was perched up on one of the arms on hands and knees, and said, “Mama, help me!”

“S, you know you don’t play up there, get down,” I said, turning momentarily back to my video.  “Hold on, Mama’s coming.”

I turned around just in time to see S launch herself headfirst towards the floor.  She did kind of a belly-flop, hitting first with her elbows, then her tummy.  She burst into tears.  I took two steps over to her, scooped her up, and held her in my lap.  “S, why did you do that? Why didn’t you wait for Mama to help you down?”

Through her tears, she croaked out, “But Mama, I was trying to be a puppy!”  I have this image of a shaggy little mutt jumping down off my sofa, and poor S thinking that if she was pretending to be a puppy, she could actually do what puppies can.  Poor girl!