So I laid Tater Tot down for her nap today, already well past the normal time, and she had an absolute hissy fit. "I don't NEED a nap! I don't WANT a NAP!!!" All this just confirmed that while she indeed may not want a nap, she definitely needed a nap. So down for a nap she went.
All was quiet for about forty minutes, until I suddenly heard her furious shriek of "MOMMY!!! COME NOW!" which I did my best to ignore. After this went on for some minutes, increasing in fury and volume, I finally decided to check it out.
I opened the door to see her standing in the middle of her room, hands waving in the air, quivering with rage and indignation. "There's poop on my hands!" she growled at me. Sure enough. Those waving hands were both completely covered in poo. She looked like she'd been having one of those mud masks at the spa, except this didn't smell like rosemary and mint...
Further inspection revealed that not only hands, but dresser, bookshelf, door knob, pillowcase, etch-a-sketch, and floor had also had dookey um, bestowed upon them. What a fun way to spend an afternoon for mommy!
Princess Tater did get to have a spa treatment out of the deal. She had a bath, had her nails scrubbed, clipped and buffed, her hair done, and got a body polish out of the deal. Plus her room got a mini makeover! Fun! This better not start a trend...
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