As I sat downstairs with a friend for 45 minutes the other day Brigitte quietly entertained herself upstairs. Imagine my horror as I made my way up there to discover how she had passed the time:
Spencer's room trashed? CHECK!
Brigittes room trashed? Bed stripped? CHECK CHECK!
Every toy we own off the shelf, out of the basket, and thrown on the floor? TRIPLE CHECK!
Garbages emptied onto the floor in the hall? CHECK!
And finally, every article of clothing she could reach in the baby room closet was pulled off the hanger and lovingly laid in a giant pile in the laundry basket. All the hours of painstakingly washing, sorting, and hanging up each little dress or sweater - GONE! I said with giant eyes - Brigitte!!!! WHAT ON EARTH HAVE YOU DONE???" To which she replied: its a birthday cake for Pingu. Do you like it?