Naughty Baby!

I say it a hundred times a day: some babies are naughty. I also say some babies are sad, some babies are tired, and some babies are mad. But mostly some babies are naughty. It is a tongue-in-cheek way of coping with the frustration of being responsible for a small human who throws fits when you stop them from doing all kinds of stuff they want to do but shouldn’t. And that’s a lot of stuff. Keilana destroyed all my Madonna cassettes one day by irretrievably tangling all that fragile tape. Connor went through a maddening stage of throwing everything--jewelry, toys, food, rocks--down the toilet. Just yesterday Scarlett finger-painted a tube of Desitin on the T.V. screen right after she dumped out all the DVDs and right before she broke six eggs on the kitchen floor. But the worst culprit was Addison. When Addie was a toddler, if you couldn’t see or hear her, the news was very, very bad. Her most frequent naughtiness was to smear an entire cube of butter in her hair several times a day. Every day. She shaved off her own eyebrows twice. She mixed purple Playdoh and apple juice to spread in my friend’s costume room. She squeezed a Costco-sized baby powder over the bathroom like snow. And unrolled every single roll of toilet paper ever made. Naughty baby. In Judy Schachner’s Skippyjon Jones in the Dog-House, Skippyjon is a sassy Siamese kitten who fantasizes he is an untamed Chihuahua crime fighter. Naughty kitty.

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