True story, no exaggerations:
I took my phone away from my daughter and put it on the back of the couch out of her reach. Now the couch is up against the wall in the living room and she isn't tall enough to climb up on the couch without help, so you can see my logic in putting the phone there. She got pissed, started screaming and when I wouldn't let her get the phone she got mad and went storming into the bedroom. She's only one, so she isn't old enough for the "who the hell are you yelling at" or the "I know you didn't just storm away from me" ass whoopings. I let it go and went in the kitchen.
I hear a noise and look over the bar to see her dragging the big empty Pampers box into the living room. Like most ghetto families, we feel that a cardboard box is a vast realm of fun and adventure for our child, so we don't throw them away. I thought she was going to get in the box or play with it or something. At no point did it enter my mind that she was going to turn the box upside down, push it over to the couch and then use it as a step ladder to climb onto the couch to get to my phone.
What in the hell do you do in that situation? She's only twelve months old so a part of me respects the ingenuity. Most kids have the memory and attention span of a fruit fly. For her to look opposition in the eye and go build a damn ladder is amazing. On the other hand, she did act like I wasn't even a factor in the whole process which shows just how little she thinks of me. I swear to God living with her is like living with one of those velociraptors from Jurassic Park. If she ever figures out how to open doors, it's over.
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