Thank Heaven for Little Girls

Seriously, just when I'm at the end of my rope with Beth, when I can't endure another meltdown without picking up either a pack of cigarettes or a tallboy...she becomes the sweet little girl we all know and miss 14 out of the 15 hours per day she's awake.

I had taken three dishes into the kitchen cleaned up after dinner but left everything on the counter with the intent of finishing up when the kids went to bed. At one point, Beth had followed me in there to get some water but didn't leave when I did. I figured, "No biggie. She'll probably grab one of her confiscated toys off the microwave and be out soon."

Yeah.

Tonight, after I got her to bed and the baby passed out, I went to the kitchen to unload the dishwasher. As I'm about to put the baby's snack cups in my plasticware drawer, I open it and see this:




The first cup contains the casing from a hot dog I fed my son for dinner. *GASP* Yes, occasionally, I stoop to the dredges of society and live up to the redneck persona. Shut up, you feed your kids hot dogs too.

The second cup contains the last three grains of rice from the cup of fried rice he had. Wow, healthy food is bountiful in our house tonight!!!

Hey, he liked it.

Anyway, I know she was trying to help mommy by putting a few dishes away for me. And I SO appreciate it. I just wish she'd learn the difference between "dirty" and "clean."