And just like that, the minion no longer needs her step stool and training seat to use the toilet. (She’s fallen in a couple times, but thinks it’s very funny when that happens.)
This morning she also selected her own outfit for the day and dressed herself, and brushed her teeth, all without any assistance from us.
I’ll be teaching her how to drive one of these days (don’t tell anyone, but I’ve already started…)
The minion is currently running a shop out of a freezer box in our living room selling various baked goods.
When asked what something costs she replies, “Give me your wallet,” upon which she removes what she thinks is an appropriate sum. Most expensive plastic donuts ever!
Sometimes she puts money in, instead, through…
Daddy, why are you shaving?
Because my beard is getting too long.
We should get some sheep to eat the hairs on your face short.
In other news, the minion is turning four this weekend!
I come into the house to find the minion mopping her bedroom floor while the missus is sweeping in the dining room.
Dad, you must be careful you don’t slip, we’re mopping the floor so it’s wet.
Her mom didn’t ask her to mop the floor. She took the mop and insisted that she wants to do it. Last week she spent two days cleaning the living room’s sliding door. I have a screwpine in the garden that’s currently dropping big, hard seeds that need to be picked up by hand before I can mow the grass. The other day she took a bucket and started picking them up.
I like to tell myself we must be doing something right, but honestly we can’t take credit for this. This is all her. We just let her do things even if we have to go back afterwards to do it again properly, lest she becomes discouraged and loses this helpful spirit.
Mythbusters shall henceforth be know as The BOOM! Story.
Also, Jamie is now BOOM! and Adam will in future answer to Shah! (her word for a sword. Make of that what you will.)