Blond Minion

Although this blog is primarily about dealing with my soon-to-be-eleventeen daughter, there are times when one of the other three does something worthy of inclusion. This weekend my youngest daughter (the four year old) had a couple near-misses with the grim-reaper (figuratively, not literally).

First, she had an incident last night that involved a whole tube of toothpaste – and then the subsequent clean up – the story goes something like this:
She was having a bad night, fighting with her sisters, being a nuisance to everyone, wouldn’t be good, wouldn’t be decent, wouldn’t be quiet – even for a few minutes. She got into trouble numerous times and eventually, she was on my last nerve. I took her upstairs in order to avoid further trouble – I put her to bed. Soon enough she came downstairs again, but she was ok for a few minutes. After that she started laying on, picking on her sister and generally being a brat. I saw it coming – she was going to push her sister too far and get whomped for it. She did and got smacked by her sister, and then proceeded to cry. I was done. I sent them both upstairs.
Not long after that, I hear the middle daughter saying something about “toothpaste,” and a mess. My lovely wife went upstairs to handle it because I was beyond my limit of crazy for the time being. Then she called me up. The bathroom had been decorated with nearly an entire tube (brand new) of green minty toothpaste. It was on the doorknob, the sink, the handles, the plunger, the toilet seat, the floor, the wall, and some had even been specially applied to the toilet paper – the rest of the tube had been used to freshen up the bedroom – especially the ladder that goes up to the top bunk.

Needless to say, the blond minion was in hiding. A quick search of the upper rooms was unsuccessful – only after a more thorough search did we find the toothpaste artist hiding in her sisters closet underneath some clothes.
Long story short – she was made to clean up her messes and then some. She finished sometime around 2 am. The other two daughters received splash effect from the bomb dropped on the blond minion and had to clean their rooms. This started at about 11 pm.

Then today, the blond minion went into hiding again. We didn’t know why until we searched through the upstairs – again – looking for her. She has some smarts and didn’t hide in the same place as before. Instead, she hid underneath her sister’s bed. One look at her told the story of why she was in hiding. In one hand she held her pre-school safety scissors, on her head – hair was missing. Mostly just a chunk or two from the bangs and sides, but enough to make her look silly. Well, we can’t very well make her put it back on, so she’ll just look silly for awhile.

Hopefully, this craziness is done with for now and we can go back to not playing hide-and-seek with her everyday.