Mabel here. Yep, Fin's still sleeping and Dad is in the kitchen making my breakfast... last night when he put in his password I faked like I wasn't paying attention (really, Dad, Bulls23 is your password? That is so 1996).
Anyway, the other day we got home and there were a bunch of bags in the kitchen, hmmmm, what could be in here?
Shiny... red... maybe it's a cupcake?
Whatever it is, it sure looks tasty...
Not a cupcake
Well, the only other thing in here is flour and capers so a girl's gotta do...
And hey, can someone email me if they find out what this yellow thing is. I just don't get it. Finley sits on it and then everyone claps...
Maybe if I sit on it...
No response, maybe I'm supposed to stand in it...
Again... nothin. Well, let me know if you know what it is and what I'm supposed to do with it.
Okay, before I go, I've got a pretty long narrative here but I think it might be worth reading. The other day we were at Nana's but she had to run somewhere so we were alone with Papa (I know, right?). So Dad calls and here is the conversation that ensues:
Dad: Hey Papa, how are the girls?
Papa: Well, they just got up but we've got a problem here - Mae has poop
Dad: Alright, Papa, well, get on it. Call me back when you're done.
Here's the funny part. My cousin Hannah is 12 years old and there have been six more grandchildren after her. And Papa has not changed one poop diaper in 12 years... until now.
So about ten minutes goes by and I know Dad's at work getting a little nervous, and then Papa calls him back.
Dad: So, Papa, how'd it go?
Papa: Well, it went south pretty quickly. I was ripping the back of the wipes bag open til Fin came over and showed me how to open it and get them out. And then I put on her diaper and thought, "Wow, that's really a big diaper for her" and then Fin told me that was her pull-up and she went in the bag and got Mae's diaper.
Dad: So what you're telling me is that you're there with the girls but Mae is pretty much in Finley's care.
Papa: Well, I wouldn't go that far.
Dad (thinking): I would.
Dad: Okay, so Mabel needs to eat now.
Papa: Well, what does she eat?
Dad: Get Fin, go to the fridge, open it and show her all the things that are in there. She will tell you what Mae can eat and how she eats it.
Papa: Alrighty, then.
Now I hope that didn't paint Papa as a bad babysitter, because he's actually pretty good. He gives all the hugs and carries me around and puts on music for us, but when it comes to the technicalities like poop diapers, let's just say thank goodness for Finley's Sister Patrol.
