Karma, Karma, Karma

Over the years my Mom has gotten a kick out of telling me that when I was younger and got mad at them, I would call my Granny. She told me how much this frustrated her sometimes...especially when she had to dial the phone for me. She told me that she couldn't wait for the same thing to happen to me with my kids.

Mikayla is in a throwing phase. Anything that winds up in her hands, winds up being thrown....usually at us. Fun stuff.

Last night, when I was on the phone with my Dad, Mikayla snuck up to the end table and grabbed my bottle of water. As soon as I saw her, I told her "No! Mikayla!" and that was all it took...water went EVERYWHERE! I hung up the phone with my Dad and got up to go get a towel from the dryer. I told her to come over and help me clean up the mess. She apparently got really confused because she stared at me like, "What?" and then a light bulb went off over her head . She grabbed the towel and wiped off her mouth. It was so INCREDIBLY HARD not to laugh. I thought Cullen was going to blow his brains out of his nose. I then sat her on the couch and told her that we do not throw things in this house and that she had to sit there until I told her to get up. The way she was crying, you would think that I had beat her...or killed her dog. When I told her that she could get up (2 minutes later), she crawled off the couch, still screaming, ran to the phone, grabbed it and said, "Nunny! Nunny! Nunny!".