You know that sweet little saying:
Sugar and Spice,
And Everything Nice;
That's What Little Girls are Made Of.
Not my girls.
After putting the girls down for bed the other night, I expected to hear the usual.
- Annelie smacking her bottle against the bedroom door while shouting, "Let me out!"
- Crying from Gracie because Annelie is in her bed and laying on her pillow.
- Gracie shouting, "Come get Annelie! She is pulling the pictures off the wall!"
- Annelie shrieking, "No! My GINKET (blanket)!" while pulling all of Gracie's covers off her.
- Gracie calling out, "Annelie climbed the bookshelf!"
- Gracie yelling out, "Ow! Mom, help me! Annelie is hitting me!"
- Gracie screaming out, "Annelie is doing something NAUGHTY!"
But we didn't expect to hear Gracie suddenly begin screaming and crying at the top of her lungs. Moms, you know that sound. There is only one cry that kids make that is of genuine, hideous pain.
The reason for the cry? Annelie smacked Gracie in the face with the spine of a hardback book, resulting in Gracie's first shiner. I didn't get very good pictures of the black eye, unfortunately. I figured it would be a bit insensitive of me to pull out the camera, and coax Gracie to smile through her tears while holding ice on her face, so I waited a few days. But you can sort of see it in the picture up top.
We are hiding out in the house for the next few days until the black eye goes away, as a three year old with a black eye looks pretty suspicious. How would I ever explain that to the neighbors? Of course, no one would ever suspect the adorable, cheeky little 22 month old as the culprit.
Because little girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice, remember?
Sure they are.