(What is about to follow is an approximation of what occured last night, July 31st, 2006. Since I was not present, some details may have been fudged. Pardon the pun. You'll see...)So I come home last night to my wife and my mother (who is over for dinner) with incredible smirks on their faces. Perhaps incredulous is a better word.
Steph: "Figured out how your daughter takes after your sister."
Allen: "What, writing with poop all over the walls?"
Grandma: Chuckles "No, but close."
Steph: "All over the crib, all over her face, all over her body, on the floor..."
Grandma: "Even up and down on the spindles on her crib..."
Allen: Incredulous as well now... "When did this happen?"
Steph: "20 minutes ago"
Allen: "Did she not have pants on? Or did she take those off too?"
Steph: "I was doing laundry, so I just thought, 'Oh, it'll be okay this once...'"
Allen: "Ouch"
Steph: "And I went in there and she was just
smiling..."
Allen: "So did you take straight to the bath?"
Steph: "When I opened the door, I was in utter disbelief. My mind tried to understand the situation, but it was struggling. I think I told myself, 'It's just chocolate, yeah, that's it...' I called for your mom and she came in and laughed..."
Grandma: "Yeah, I could tell by her voice that Lizzie wasn't hurt or anything, but I could tell I needed to get there... and then..."
Steph: "I picked Lizzie up and Mom started the bath for me and then she worked on Lizzie's room and crib while I washed off Lizzie. I don't know what I would have done if your mom wasn't here."
And so the story went. The next five to ten minutes were spent repeating the story from various angles, adding in new details here and there as they came. All mixed with laughter and simple incredulity.
Mom, we are very glad you came over yesterday. Your help was indispensable.
Maria, like auntie, like niece... :-)