I didn’t see it coming. I’m still a little surprised, but the fumes on her breath when she walks by gives me little doubt she has a problem.
No, it’s not what you’re thinking. Or maybe you never started to think it. In either case, I’m still not happy that the kid has taken up hitting the bottle. Bottle of what? Syrup. Maple syrup.
I’m not sure when it started, but I should have suspected something was up when she started slurping up the syrup from her plate. I’m pretty rigid moderating the syrup flow with pancakes and waffles, but apparently I’m going to have to put the bottle into hiding. She’ll be off playing, then will make a stop kitchen, and then come see me a bit later. Her breath reeks. I can smell her a mile away. Sweet maple. And when I confronted her, the guilt–and sugar high–was plain in her eyes.
I always heard the two’s and even three’s were bad, but really…this four thing? They’re really curious and bold. Oh, and as I type and glance over at the little gal, she’s currently cutting off all her My Little Ponies hair with her pre-school scissors the school insisted I make her practice with. And they wondered why I waited so long to give them to her? *Eye roll*
P.S. I just read my first (seriously, yes, I’m confessing this) Suzanne Brockmann book. I totally get why everyone’s been buzzing. I’m HOOKED! Even if it had the type of love scene where if you blink, you miss it. It didn’t matter though. I loved it. But you know me, I like my love scenes to sizzle. (Cherry Adair is someone who pulls off the suspense and hot sex great!) I’ll definitely be picking up another one of Suzanne’s books soon.
