Just Three Words...

HERE COMES TROUBLE

Sissy and I went "big" grocery shopping while Emmy was at school last week.  She made her point that she'd had enough as we were headed towards the check-out, and by the time we were being rung up, she was DONE.  My only saving grace was that she'd dug around in one of the already-loaded grocery bags and fished out a couple of enormous chocolate bars that I needed for a bake-sale fundraiser cake.  Not wanting to rock the boat, I decided to pick my battles and allow her to hold them.  She maintained her death grip as I put her into her carseat and determined that it really wasn't a big deal because it's not like she could open the package.  I turned around at a stop light to wink at her and noticed the Hershey bar wrapper flapping around and chocolate all over her face.  Being that there was nothing I could do until we arrived at our destination, I let her indulge for a few more minutes.  After I parked and opened her door, I was greeted by a scowl and my docile little Hannah hugging the chocolate bar whining "NONONONO!"  That's when I pulled out my phone to document the remainder of our encounter:

I made the giant mistake of thinking I could actually vacuum my floors last week.  Luckily, Emmy has no problem narking on Sissy (or literally dragging her from whatever place she's not supposed to be, despite Sissy's shrill protests.)  Emmy screams at me over the hum of the vacuum cleaner that Sissy was in the bathroom.  I took off running to find her swimming in the toilet.  So, naturally, the first thing I do is grab for my camera, because there really wasn't any more damage that could have been done.  I was just thankful that Emmy had remembered to flush.

Bummed this is blurry, but the first thing Sissy said when she saw me was "CHEEEE!" (Cheese!)