Happy Hour

So yesterday's antics continued as I was returning from putting Thomas to bed. As I walked back into my room, I heard shuffling around the back of my rocking chair. Julianne was scooting around back there without my permission and she bumped into the window shade, which in turn knocked the electric candle off the sill and onto the floor. The bulb shattered, the light broke and the wires shorted out with a pop and a flash. A scary moment! Thank God she didn't set the house on fire! What would I have done?

I scolded her sternly, was visibly upset and shaken, and she started crying. 10 minutes later everything is cleaned up, everyone (me) has calmed down, and we're reading her bedtime stories in the chair. She puts her hand on my face and says, "Sorry Mama. I love you." So naturally because it was unprompted and heartfelt, I started crying. Essentially a release of emotions after a very draining day. Julianne was stumped; toddlers don't understand the concept of happy tears. She quickly began crying too. I tried explaining but in the end just laughed, and she joined me, wiping my tears away sweetly. And then she said it: "I need a cocktail. Do you want a cocktail, Mama?"

I kid you not.

I was so surprised/entertained/amazed/befuddled that I couldn't help but laugh again. What a kid. I wrote that one down for my memory jar. Kids, I tell ya.