Yesterday Layla learned how to open doors. Today she locked me out of our room. But who can blame her? It's not her fault that Oma thought these door knobs were cute and attractive so who cared if they had easy to engage non-key locks. Perfect door hardware for a house with three little kids in it.
But while I wasn't around to stop the hardware purchase, at least I was there to convince her that buying fine china as every day dinnerware was not the best of ideas. One chipped plate or cup and she would have had a heart attack, then been on the war path.
If only if I had been in the know before she purchased the hardwood floor in the kitchen. FYI - hardwood floors, kitchens, and children are a bad mix, a very bad mix.
I can only imagine the things I will have to talk her out of before we finish with the house. Based on her furniture, tile, floor, anything house related choices I sometimes wonder if she thinks she's decorating her mansion in heaven. You know where no one ever drops anything, never breaks anything, never spills anything, never leaves anything on the table. You know where everyone is perfect.
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