Darn you Patrick Rothfuss.
I unexpectedly had 4 hours free this afternoon.
The oldest went home with a friend, the middle child was watching tv...
Hey, it's Friday.
Don't judge me.
...and the youngest was taking a long nap.
Which was a good thing because I had a lot of house work to do.
I mean, seriously, a lot.
I decided to sit down and read Rothfuss' new book for a couple minutes.
Yep...it was just gonna be a couple minutes.
A couple minutes turned into an hour and an hour turned into two and...
Oh, you know where I'm going.
So the toddler wakes up and I just could not put the book down.
It was like it was glued to my fingers.
Glued, I tell you!
So while I couldn't put it down Stella...
...well, she had her way with the house.
When I finally looked up from my book these things had happened:
Thing, the first:
She had taken all the kleenex out of the box.
She had knocked a picture cattywampus on the wall.
She had found the leftover cookie dough and was partaking.
Yeah...I made cookies.
Again, don't judge me.
She had broken the ear off of Peter Rabbit's Mamma.
She had repeatedly dipped her mermaid into the toilet.
Yes, it was clean.
She had broken...
...a very expensive plate.
On a happy note she had somehow found these two things:
My 1989 copy of the Nintendo game Toobin'
a mix tape my best friend from high school made me.
Here we are in high school:
We obviously weren't listening to that mix wearing those clothes.
Neither of us can quite remember why we were dressed like that.
Its a mystery.
I'm rabbit trailing.
It was all Patrick Rothfuss' fault that my daughter did those things.
Well played Mr Rothfuss.