Naughtiness, A Scare and A Lot of Giggles
This week we went over to play with one of our very favorite friends.
The girls were happily playing in the basement, and the mommies were happily chatting in the family room.
So we thought.
Unbeknownst to the mommies, the girls had a BRILLIANT idea to give the kitty a bath.
Actually, I think it was Aria's brilliant idea.
Now, let me just say in her defense, that we have dogs who get bathed weekly, so the idea of bathing a cat to her was not naughty.
Playing with water without permission, however, IS naughty at our house, and she knows it.
The poor kitty had to be chased with paper towels in their feeble attempts tocover up their crime, ahem....
dry the poor fella.
I'm sure he was NOT HAPPY.
Later, the girls were playing hide and seek and found a room that was built as a tornado shelter so it was all concrete. The girls decided that room would be a wonderful Club House, so they grabbed pillows off the couch, and headed inside.
Stay with me.
The details are important.
As the girls entered the room, the door swung shut behind them, locking them in.
If you want to know the truth, I think outside that locked door sat a very wet but smirking cat.
I don't blame him:
"I'll show them for that awful bath! They are locked away forever!"
(insert evil cat- laugh)
It took the girls a little while to get tired of the club, and realize that they were locked in the room.
They started crying, and wailing, and banging on the door.
But a concrete room doesn't emit sound very well upstairs, so the happily chatting mommas thought we heard them singing.
Argh.
They were very brave and thought to pray and ask God to tell their mommies they were down there.
But these are 3 girls that have a very primal NEED to know they can get to their Mommy, so it was very, very terrifying for them.
A while later, (we are guessing over 30 minutes) we went to the basement to gather up the girls after Sofia went to find them and came back up sister-less.
We almost headed back upstairs after searching the basement, until my sweet friend just randomly opened that door, and out tumbled 3 hysterically crying girls.
We felt AWFUL.
Trying to calm them, the details tumbled out of their harrowing ordeal.
Gianna said, "Mommy I had to go potty very badly, I couldn't hold it"
In the car on the way home, I tell her we will get her in dry clothes as soon as we get home.
"Oh no Mommy, I'm not wet. I peed on the couch pillows."
Excuse me, YOU WHAT?!?
Apparently, our little survivalists decided that to spare Gianna a bladder explosion, and to spare the floor (which was CONCRETE) they piled the pillows and gave Gianna a comfy little throne in which to pee. They even politely turned their backs to allow her privacy.
Great, just great.
And all I'm thinking is, I HAVE TO CALL MY FRIEND AND TELL HER MY CHILD PEED ON ALL HER PILLOWS TO SPARE A CONCRETE FLOOR!!!!!
Mortifying.
Yet hysterical.
But awful.
Though I couldn't stop laughing at the mental picture.
Thankfully when I spoke to my friend, she was giggling over the whole thing too, was very gracious about the cat bath, and still wants to be friends with us.
But I'm not so sure about Bo the cat.
We plan to show our remorse with catnip on our next visit.
The girls were happily playing in the basement, and the mommies were happily chatting in the family room.
So we thought.
Unbeknownst to the mommies, the girls had a BRILLIANT idea to give the kitty a bath.
Actually, I think it was Aria's brilliant idea.
Now, let me just say in her defense, that we have dogs who get bathed weekly, so the idea of bathing a cat to her was not naughty.
Playing with water without permission, however, IS naughty at our house, and she knows it.
The poor kitty had to be chased with paper towels in their feeble attempts to
dry the poor fella.
I'm sure he was NOT HAPPY.
Later, the girls were playing hide and seek and found a room that was built as a tornado shelter so it was all concrete. The girls decided that room would be a wonderful Club House, so they grabbed pillows off the couch, and headed inside.
Stay with me.
The details are important.
As the girls entered the room, the door swung shut behind them, locking them in.
If you want to know the truth, I think outside that locked door sat a very wet but smirking cat.
I don't blame him:
"I'll show them for that awful bath! They are locked away forever!"
(insert evil cat- laugh)
It took the girls a little while to get tired of the club, and realize that they were locked in the room.
They started crying, and wailing, and banging on the door.
But a concrete room doesn't emit sound very well upstairs, so the happily chatting mommas thought we heard them singing.
Argh.
They were very brave and thought to pray and ask God to tell their mommies they were down there.
But these are 3 girls that have a very primal NEED to know they can get to their Mommy, so it was very, very terrifying for them.
A while later, (we are guessing over 30 minutes) we went to the basement to gather up the girls after Sofia went to find them and came back up sister-less.
We almost headed back upstairs after searching the basement, until my sweet friend just randomly opened that door, and out tumbled 3 hysterically crying girls.
We felt AWFUL.
Trying to calm them, the details tumbled out of their harrowing ordeal.
Gianna said, "Mommy I had to go potty very badly, I couldn't hold it"
In the car on the way home, I tell her we will get her in dry clothes as soon as we get home.
"Oh no Mommy, I'm not wet. I peed on the couch pillows."
Excuse me, YOU WHAT?!?
Apparently, our little survivalists decided that to spare Gianna a bladder explosion, and to spare the floor (which was CONCRETE) they piled the pillows and gave Gianna a comfy little throne in which to pee. They even politely turned their backs to allow her privacy.
Great, just great.
And all I'm thinking is, I HAVE TO CALL MY FRIEND AND TELL HER MY CHILD PEED ON ALL HER PILLOWS TO SPARE A CONCRETE FLOOR!!!!!
Mortifying.
Yet hysterical.
But awful.
Though I couldn't stop laughing at the mental picture.
Thankfully when I spoke to my friend, she was giggling over the whole thing too, was very gracious about the cat bath, and still wants to be friends with us.
But I'm not so sure about Bo the cat.
We plan to show our remorse with catnip on our next visit.
I am laughing so hard I can't stand it. I'm so sorry they were scared, but the whole story is priceless!
ReplyDeleteDo you know, I still tell the story of your recently married son putting plastic spiders in the stack of diapers????
It is a cute story to tell in the years to come. I am glad there wasn't just one child in there alone.....that they were with each other to comfort each other
ReplyDeleteThat is so funny. Love the story.
ReplyDeleteI haven't laughed that hard in a long time!! I feel so bad for all of them including the cat. But most of all for Gianna, I know how embarrassed she must have been. I'm sure they all learned several important lessons, first of which is DON'T BATHE A CAT!!!
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