So before we put Lindsay to bed tonight, we were all sitting down in
the den watching Jeopardy (which Heather would forsake food to avoid
missing). Lindsay had been doing her standard post-dinner
crawl/climb around the room and everything in it (including us) for a
while, and seemingly having a joyous time.
As Heather’s mentioned previously, she has a penchant for seeking out
the remote control for the TV and/or DVD player and hitting the power
button. So tonight, we got clever and put them both in an empty
tissue box via the tissue slot, with Lindsay looking on. She then
spent at least 10 minutes trying in vain to get them back out, and/or
convince us to get them out for her. Needless to say, we weren’t
convinced.
After that fun was over, she went and got a Goldfish, becuase
EVERYTHING is better if you have a Goldfish in your hand, regardless of
hunger. She started crawling back and forth across my legs (I was
sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch), and barking at
herself in the mirror (which sits on the floor, leaning against the
wall). Then she sat on my shins, straddling my legs with hers,
and started yelling at me. This isn’t out of the ordinary, and I
was repeating her noises back at her. She stopped for a bit, then
suddenly barked again. I ignored her. She started looking
around, and then I suddenly barked (quite loudly) at her.
As you might expect, she was utterly terrified that such a loud noise
was made totally out of the blue. Within a fraction of a second,
however, she realized it was me and popped back to the "that was funny"
smile and giggled. Then she looked down at the Goldfish.
Completely shattered in her little hand. This Goldfish wasn’t
just a little mashed from being in her hand for the past five or ten
minutes. It was destroyed. Like shattered pieces falling
from her hand onto my pants. From happy to confused, just as
quickly, and Heather and I can’t help but start cracking up. She
recovered and all is well, but man was it hilarious.
Ohhh poor little thing! She was terrified! I would be too if Barney “barked” at me!
I know, I felt so bad for her, not because she got scared, because she loves being scared once she figures out she’s not going to die. It was because of how she looked down at her goldfish right away, opened her little hand and looked at it with this sad, confused look, like, look what you made me do! I can’t eat this!
But dang was it hilarious. And don’t worry, she went and got another goldfish right away.