Little Bug may be slightly OCD. She puts all of her plastic food in individual ziploc bags, carries all paper to the trash, dusts everything with her socks and tonight she cleaned up after me. She was drinking her glass of milk before bed and it was in a sippy cup with a straw, she accidentally flicked the straw and sprayed milk on me.
She pointed at me and said "mess", then ran to her dresser, opened the door that has cloths in it, pulled one out and wiped my face off, then threw it in the hamper. She is ridiculous.
While we were driving around this weekend she was in a chatty mood, so I started asking her questions. I asked her if she was going to be a doctor, she said no, teacher - no, marketer - no, we finally got to one profession that she said yes to....ballerina. I then asked her if she was going to be an engineer, she paused and then said 'sure'. So I guess she'll fall back on her engineering degree once she's too old to turn pirouttes.
We were shopping in Macy's and Little Bug likes to hide in the clothes racks. She was hiding and then jumping out at daddy, yelling "boo". We'll he walked around the corner to surprise her, and she jumped out at some poor woman walking by, and yelled "boo". The woman clearly was not expecting a little girl to come screaming out of the clothes rack, so she was shocked and started laughing. I'm not sure who was more surprised - the woman Little Bug scared, or Little Bug herself.
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