One afternoon my mother was out and about and my dad was home watching me. As with most two/three year olds, afternoon time meant nap time. My father graciously tucked me in, gave me a kiss and headed downstairs to do his own thing.
About ten minutes later there was a knock on the front door. My father walked over, not doubt irritated to be interrupted from his task.
"Hey Bob," the neighbor said politely.
My father smiled at the neighbor and noticed giggling to his right. He reluctantly followed the neighbor's arm down to see me bopping up and down with giggles.
One can only imagine the look on my father's face at that moment in time. I know mine would have been full of guilt and embarrassment. How could he not notice his child leave the house!?!?! (I was pretty darn sneaky!)
But it gets better....
"Thanks for bringing her back," my father thanked the neighbor.
"Yeah it was no problem," he says. "But you better keep a better eye on her. I found her playing in the middle of the road."
GASP! (Apparently I was an adrenaline junky as a young child!)
My father scooped me up, probably yelled at me a bit and put me back in bed. When he came downstairs he locked the front door and went back to his task. (Or TV show...probably a race or football...that is what men do when we're gone isn't it!)
Five minutes later there was another knock on the door.
"Hey Bob," the neighbor said.
"Road?" my dad answered.
"Yep," the neighbor replied.
Needless to say ... nap time was over! Score one for the toddler!
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14 comments:
Hahahahaha! You were so cute! Were you climbing out the window, or what?
Have I mentioned how grateful I am that my toddler STAYS in her crib?
LOL I suspect your still pretty sneaky! My middle son did that (attempted too) when he was two. He would wait until I was changing the babies diaper then bolt out the door.
Hilariousness!!! That is an awesome story!! ha ha
No I actually walked right out the font door. It was one of my most rebellious moments!
You bad, bad girl!!!! I'm still praying my two year old doesn't learn how to climb the gate anytime soon.
btw, this title is really apt because this morning my two year old was missing. I found him in my darkened bathroom. Flicked on the light. Toothpaste everywhere. Blech.
Ha! Tenacious little thing--have a great weekend!
Oh too funny!! Unless you're the parent and you're about to die of embarrassment and horror! :)
I love it! You were a sneaky devil, obviously. I used to have to put the deadbolt on when my son took a 'nap' and hide the key. :)
Elizabeth
Mystery Writing is Murder
LOVE the picture! How cute!
Oh wow! I guess this happens a little more frequently than I imagined, huh?!
You were quite the handful!
Wow!!! Your poor dad:-) Very funny story that makes me glad that my 3 year old feels the need to sit by the door in her room and scream at the top of her lungs to signal the end of her naptime. Even though she's fully capable of opening the door, she believes it's her right as a toddler to have someone open it for her when she wakes up.
But... I prefer that much to having her show up on my front step with the neighbor... *grin*
and you still play in the road all the time right? ;)
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