How Exactly Did You Do That?

There are some things that only a 5 year old can accomplish. Last night was one of those times.

Before dinner last night, Princess and Little Dude were having a hard time playing together. Neither could pick up a toy without the other one trying to rip it out of their hands. Every once in awhile, they just get in those moods.

To help solve this problem, I asked Princess to go play by herself in her room for awhile. This wasn’t a punishment as much as it was a way to keep them apart. Little Dude stayed out in what we call our Play Room, but is really just a part of the living room that we have designated for them.

We keep most of our old clothes and Halloween costumes because Princess absolutely loves to play “dress up” whenever possible. I knew that’s what she was doing in her room because, at one point, she came out and asked me to zip up her dress. Little Dude was doing Little Dude-type things which usually involves building things just so he can destroy them.

After about 15 minutes, I saw Little Dude head over to his sister’s room, so I waited to hear to eventual explosion. When nothing happened, I smiled and applauded myself for my excellent parenting skills. Obviously, my decision to separate them for a few minutes worked like a charm, and I may have actually diverted a national crisis.

A couple minutes later, Little Dude came back and said something that sounded like, “Sissy is stuck to her bed.” Since he just turned 3, his pronunciation isn’t always stellar, so we just assumed that we had heard him wrong or they were playing some sort of game. Plus, at the time, we were reading this hilarious article by the author of Sh*t My Dad Says.

He came back a few minutes later and said the exact same thing. Since Princess had been quiet for awhile, CinC HOUSE decided to investigate. She immediately came back with a smile on her face and told me that I needed to go look at this. I assumed that there was some form of incredibly cuteness taking place that I needed to witness, but I was slightly wrong.

As I walked into the room, I could only shake my head. There stood Princess, wearing the Flower Girl dress that my wife made her for my brother’s wedding. She had a blue sash/rope around her waste that she somehow had her Rapunzel wig from last Halloween twisted up in it. The other end of the rope was tied in an expert knot around the ladder of her bunk bed. When her brother had told us that she was stuck to the bed, he was absolutely right. His sister had somehow managed to tie herself to her own bed and couldn’t get the knot untied.

I kneeled down in front of her to work on the knot, and I asked her, “What on earth were you doing?” Her reply was a sheepish, “I don’t know.” I responded with, “How exactly did you do this?” Once again, I got an “I don’t know.” In the end, all I could do was give her a huge hug and smile about it all. I don’t think I’ll ever know what she was doing or how she managed to accomplish it, but I’m pretty sure that only a 5 year old could have pulled it off.

Of course, the real question is: Do I need to be present at the ceremony to win the Parent of the Year Award, or can they just mail it to me?

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