When You Think You've Got It All Under Control..

SHE STRIKES AGAIN!

I clean and I clean and I clean, nothing left in sight. I feel like I am in a ninja mode making sure there is nothing this little toddler can get her hands on. Look to my left, then to my right. Coast is clear.

I can now sit and relax, catch up on Steemit and talk to fellow Steemians.

Time flies by... It's quiet. Ahhh this is nice. Quiet is nice.

Wait. It's quiet. UH OH!!!!

I jump out of my chair, run to the kitchen. It's still clean. Ok. I'm good, we are all good. Right? No! Where is she?

Where is my little Frankie? Frankieee? In the bedroom making a mess? I can handle a bedroom mess.

Nope.

Frankieee? I know she can hear me but the dead silence means she is ignoring me.

One other place to check. The living room. Do I slowly walk in with a "mad" look on my face? Or jump in the room and say 'What are you doing?' really fast and loud like a cowboy sheriff walking in on a robbery just to scare?

Well of course I take the later :p

She jumps! Eyes wide open and she looks down. GASP! She hurries to clean her mess like if she cleans it up fast enough I would never see it.

Too late. I saw it. It's there. There is no unseeing it.

She somehow got the seasoning salt. Maybe hubby left it out. Who knows but she spotted it with here eagle eye vision.
Proud of her little escapade.

Well, I'm proud that she dressed herself today.

Toddler 3? Mom 1? Meeeeeeeeeh. Who's counting?