January 21, 2013

• Some Days Are Just Plain Funny....

  TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

  Chewlee arrived today fully loaded for the games *we* were going to play.  She had a small lidded container that was full of furniture from her doll house plus three of the occupants of said doll house.  The King, the Queen and, of course, the little Princess.  She also had a very soft blanket with her that made into a pillow.  I was napping when she got here so she handed that to me and told me I could use it.  It was so very soft that I couldn't resist trying it out.
  

  Along with the doll house stuff, she had brought her jammies and clean underwear for wearing after her bath AND she had a couple more bottles of her nail polish.  She had left her jewelry box here and that had several bottles of her nail polish in it so I knew we were going to have rainbow nails.  She surprised me because she had something different in store for us today.  But you have to wait to hear about that.
  

  Since I wasn't really feeling well, she actually talked the Beast into putting up NickJr.com/games on my computer for her.  I didn't care as long as I didn't have to get up and do it.  Not only was I very tired but I was running a slight fever.  She played a couple games then watched some of the videos they have for preschool and kindergarten kids.  The games are also for the same age levels.  They're cute games and the kids are given instructions as they go along so they can play without having an adult there to explain anything.  Perfect!  It keeps them occupied and they are learning something with each game.  They are heavy on math, I'll tell you this up front but they make it fun for them.
  

  So Chewlee is occupied and I finally tear myself out of bed and up on my feet.  I take some of the OTC medicine for the darn cold symptoms and I start to feel better.  As soon as Chewlee sees that, she's on me!  Time to get my nails done.  She lines up the bottles and starts to tell me what she has in mind.  First, each finger will be a different color but they must match the same finger on the opposite hand.  She instructs me on how I hold each finger as she is painting them.  I follow her instructions and soon, my nails are done.  Or so I thought.
  

  After she tests them to see that they are dried, she tells me that NOW I get polka dots on each finger.  She moves the colors around so there will be contrasting polka dots on each finger.  Oh joy!  At one point she stops and points to the fingers already done and says, *See how pretty that is?*  I refrain from saying anything because she's busy and doesn't really expect an answer.  She assumes I am enthralled.  She finally finishes and instructs me to hold them in the light from my lamp while she's pulling my hands over so I must follow her instructions.  I look, cringe (but I smile) and she pats my hand and says, *You have to keep them there until I tell you they are dry and then I will put the last layer on you to finish up.*  Last layer?  Finish up?  WTH?
  

  I should have known she would also have a clear polish with sparkles in it.  I wait and wait while she goes off and gets some Doritos and a glass of milk from the Beast because she heard him in the kitchen.  She's learned that's the best time to catch him, clever girl!  She comes back, eats a couple Doritos and takes a big drink of milk.  She then pops up and comes over (finally) to check my nails.  Oops!  One nail left polish on her finger but she checks and decides it was just a polka dot but it looks okay.  Now she puts the final layer on my nails.
  

  Now, I have to tell you this about her nail polish.  It doesn't really stick.  You can peel it off easily.  Sometimes it rolls off.  When she takes her bath, it all comes off her nails.  It's non-toxic and water soluble.  Sort of.  If she puts it on thick, I find flakes of it on the bottom of the tub when the water drains.  I pick it up and throw it in the garbage, no big deal.
  

  She puts the clear polish with sparkles on each of my nails.  Now she's happy.  She finally closes all of the polishes up and goes back to her Doritos and milk.  She's watching a brand new Dora movie on TV so I take the opportunity to grab all her polishes and put them in her bag.  The bag now has all her polishes, including the ones that were in her jewelry box.  Later, after her bath, I cover them all with her dirty clothes that she is taking home so she won't think about leaving the polishes here tonight.
  

  She (and the Princess) have no school tomorrow so I won't have her overnight like we usually do.  It also means she can spend the whole day with her mother, which is always a treat for her.  BTW, she told me a story about how she hurt her finger.  It's been skinned a bit.  It seems her mother ran over her with a shopping cart.  Yes, she did.  However, the Princess said this, *Chewlee was hanging onto the cart with her feet on the lower section and her hands gripping the cart near the front.  Chewlee started swinging her upper body around like she was on some kind of merry-go-round (you know the motion) rolling it front and back then front again.  She fell off on the front swing.  The Princess, unable to stop that quickly, ran over her arm and hand with the cart.  Chewlee sits up and blames her mother for not stopping.  She is telling everyone that SHE (the Princess) ran over her like she did it on purpose.*  Chewlee actually said to me, *Can you believe she would run over her daughter and hurt her???*
  

  I could visualize what happened and tried hard not to laugh.  I told Chewlee that it probably happened so fast that she COULDN'T stop in time.  I got a *humph* from Chewlee and I swear, she rolled her eyes at me!  She must think this is a big person conspiracy.
  

  When the Princess got here later to pick Chewlee up, she told her that Johnnycakes (aka daddy) has off work tomorrow so the three of them may go out and have some fun if the weather is nice AND mommy finishes her homework tonight.  At that, Chewlee asked if she could cuddle with her mother tonight.  The Princess told her they could cuddle for maybe 10 minutes but Chewlee had to go to bed.  That was okay with Chewlee who gathered up her stuff while Mommy gathered up the container with the doll house stuff in it and off she went.  Me?  I was glad she was happy and started to roll off the nail polish.  I know it will be back and Chewlee knows it will be gone when I see her next.  She told me so and that means she WILL remember to bring the polish with her.  She told me, *We HAVE to have polish, Grandma.  We are ladies.* 
  

  Love you all and I hope you have a great week. 
  

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