A few months ago, I was putting the kids to bed while my husband was out of town. My daughter Delaney was waiting (im)patiently in her room while I read to my son Cooper. All of the sudden I hear a huge bang & crack. I jumped up and ran in her room where she was obviously rattled.
“What was that noise?”
“I don’t know. The door?”
I looked all over the door but did not see anything. Finally, I realized the door seemed open a little wider than normal. I looked on the back of the door, and sure enough, there was a golf ball sized hole in it from the door stopper GOING THRU IT.
I asked her what happened (again) and she said she was waiting for me and wanted to open the door as wide as she could. Strong little 3 year old, aren’t ya?
The next morning my husband called and was telling me all about how he spilled coffee in his laptop. He was worried it would not work anymore as he waited for it to dry out. I told him of our hole in the door disaster from the prior evening. He was definitely not happy.
After I hung up, Delaney asked if I had told her daddy about the hole. I said yes, and told her he was not happy.
“He spills coffee in his laptop & he’s not happy with ME for putting a hole in the door?” She asks in her 3 year old voice.
Ahhhhh…the teenage years may be rough with this girl.