Trekhprudny Lane

This morning EB was very miffed that I, hovering over her in the bathroom (school day) and too quick on the draw, flushed the potty before she could. (Flushing rights have never been an issue in this household before, but then again, it's "by myself!" month.) She scolded and scolded, and I told her that if she needed to be a grumpus she could do it in her room. She stomped off. One minute later she was back, explaining that a happy EB was slowly "blooming" but "it takes time... My tummy will get bigger and bigger, and then it will bloom, and then I won't be a grumpus anymore," she said. "You must wait."

Now, she's explaining that she cannot eat her oatmeal because "the kitten buried it."