It’s been a rough week at our house. My son and I have both been suffering from terrible head colds. After missing two days of school, little man decided going to bed early would be a good idea.
After tucking him in, I decided it was time to tackle the dirty dishes piling-up in the sink. My 17-month-old daughter was busy entertaining herself with her dolls, our dog and Winnie-the-Pooh. Halfway through the pile, I looked up to check on my princess.
Sitting quietly on the floor, she was thumbing through her brother’s Cars wallet. She saw me looking at her so she threw the wallet to the side. Then, she stood up and ran off laughing with a devilish look on her face. To my disbelief, she was running with his cash in her hands and stuffed in her diaper.
I was shocked! Here was my little angelic baby stealing from her brother. Yes, she is a baby but she knew what she was doing. She ran to her play kitchen where her purse was and stashed the cash in there.
My jaw dropped. What just happened? I went to confiscate the purse and she took off running with it. By this time I was laughing so hard that she turned around to see what I was laughing at. Now was my chance. I swooped in and grabbed the cash.
Big brother’s money is safely hidden from the hands of a little thief. I have to give the baby credit, she knows what she wants and she is sneaky enough to get it.
Boys out there, take this as a warning, when you see my beautiful daughter in 16 years know that she will not stop until she gets a hold of your wallet. The way to her heart. . . cold, hard, cash.
