This morning Hazel dumped a huge amount of hand soap on to the chair and carpet in the girls’ bedroom. It was so bad that we had to rent a steam cleaner to get it up. Jack was just putting the steam cleaner back in the car and I was doing the dishes when I found that Hazel had gotten ahold of a whole tub of Vaseline and smeared it over everything in her room. She was calling it “glue” and sticking toys to the wall with it.
You’d think that she wouldn’t have gotten much out of us for the rest of the day, and she got very little patience from me. But when she told Jack she wanted “Pink Chocolate Mousse” he said, “Sure.” He went to the store, made a Raspberry Puree (the kind you buy from a second hand store…jk) and made it for them.
Of course, when it was done, she whined that it wasn’t “hot” enough.
Veruca Salt much?
I’m still a little sad I didn’t think of making Hazel be the childhood Margot Tenenbaum for Halloween this year before I bought her a giraffe costume.