So mom throws on her robe and runs upstairs to find that she now has to clean the hallway carpets and the carpet in Madi's bedroom because Jake refuses to be potty trained. I could smack birth mom for putting a 2.5 year old in pull-ups cuz now at 3.5 he thinks they're for everyday "potty collection" and not just for accidents UGH!
Later in the afternoon Madi runs upstairs screaming "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!" thinking there must be a terror attack by the way she's screaming I run to the garage to grab our 72 hour kits only to be confronted by a teeny tiny piece of calcium commonly referred to as a lost tooth. She shoves it in front of me and says "Can we call Grandma Kandi?" Not sure whether to be relieved that we're not under fire or to duct tape her mouth for screaming bloody murder I just hand her the phone and walk away.
At bed last night mom convinces her to slide her tooth to the edge of the pillow so the tooth fairy can reach it instead of all the way under the pillow smothered by her head where it would be hard to get to. This morning I'm greeted at 6:45 by a very disappointed face and the same teeny tiny tooth from yesterday. I realize the tooth fairy didn't come last night. My smart child however, perks up and says "She must not work Martin Luther King Day"... Yeah honey, that's right.. The Tooth Fairy must be Union.