I could see the wheels a-turning

For Christmas, Jerry bought a large tub of Red Vines. He’s been keeping them in our bedroom closet, so that the girls won’t be able to get to them as easily.

Alice has found them. I think she has Candy Radar. So I moved them to a higher shelf.

This morning, as I was buffing and lacquering and spritzing myself, Alice was trying to figure out how to get to the Red Vines, which were on a shelf level with my shoulders.

She came out into the main room, and found an empty laundry basket. She considered it for a moment, flipped it over, and then climbed up on top of it, reaching as high as she could into the air. Deciding this was satisfactory, she turned it back over and dragged it into the closet, where she repeated the exercise. Not quite tall enough. So she came back out and looked around for something else to help her on her Quest For The Red Vines.

Finding her dinnertime booster seat (which she had brought up to our room for another help-me-be-taller-so-I-can-reach-something-They-don’t-want-me-to-have episode), she dragged that into the closet and placed it on top of the overturned laundry basket. Onto this wobbly mountain of plastic she climbed, finally tall enough to reach the Red Vines….

—BUT—

Mommy thwarted her by moving them higher still, and this time to the BACK of a shelf that she wouldn’t be able to reach even if she were able to stack a tower of chairs to get tall enough.

Sometimes it sucks to be two and have short little arms.

Sometimes Mommies are Mad With Powah.