As her mother finished her visit, the Hipster Daughter concluded the most spectacular, ear-shattering, neighbor-troubling (seriously) meltdown I have ever seen.
So I carried her back inside after a million hugs and kicking feet, and her mother drove away, and I took her upstairs for a bath before we go out in a little bit. I washed her hair and gave her a good scalp massage as she quietened down and choked back some last, gasping sobs.
"Sweetie, do you want to talk about it?"
"Well, I'm crying because I miss Mommy, and I'm crying because I miss R------, but mainly, I, I, I -- BAWWWL!"
"Princess, what's wrong, why are you mainly crying?"
"I'm mainly crying because I gots SHAMPOO IN MY NOSE!!"
The neighbors then heard a tidal wave splash as she spun and screamed "IT'S NOT FUNNY!" Then I went and found some dry clothes.
So I carried her back inside after a million hugs and kicking feet, and her mother drove away, and I took her upstairs for a bath before we go out in a little bit. I washed her hair and gave her a good scalp massage as she quietened down and choked back some last, gasping sobs.
"Sweetie, do you want to talk about it?"
"Well, I'm crying because I miss Mommy, and I'm crying because I miss R------, but mainly, I, I, I -- BAWWWL!"
"Princess, what's wrong, why are you mainly crying?"
"I'm mainly crying because I gots SHAMPOO IN MY NOSE!!"
The neighbors then heard a tidal wave splash as she spun and screamed "IT'S NOT FUNNY!" Then I went and found some dry clothes.