"Okay," she says. I return to my task, grateful that there was simple compliance. What I did not see was how she determined how to complete the task. As I am folding the laundry, I hear a whump . . .whump. . . whump-whump-whumpwhumpwhumpwhump-SMASH!
Fearing the absolute worst, I peek my head out of my bedroom door and look down the stairwell. I see the Z2 laying flat out at the bottom of the stairs, laundry basket covering most of her body and a look of pure confusion on her face. Apparently she thought it might be fun to sled the stairs in a laundry basket. (Kudos to her for her fearlessness).
"You okay?" I ask, trying to suppress my giggles. "Yeeaah. . . " she replies. "Gonna do it again?" I ask.
"NOPE."
I walked back into my room, put my face in a pillow and laughed until I nearly wet my pants.
Yours, wishing you unexpected moments of laughter,
M.
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