Dearëst Zoë,
If there was any doubt over your developing abilities, you dispelled them this evening by adroitly locking your Daddy out of the house while I’m at work. He went outside to check on our chickens who were getting rained on when the tarp blew off their coop and you slid the lock home behind him. Is this revenge for all the times we wouldn’t let you follow us out there and you stood at the glass sliding door and cried? Daddy said you weren’t crying tonight. You were laughing. I’m waiting to get a call back whenever he can coax you into unlocking the door again. You really shouldn’t pull these stunts when I’m not home because your Daddy’s nerves come undone very quickly in these types of situations.
Your Daddy called me back. He’s standing on the roofless porch and it’s still raining. And now he’s wondering why God is having so much fun at our expense lately. He reports that the chickens have surrounded him. In the background, I can hear their commiserating clucks. Your Daddy tells me you are sitting on the bed watching him; unsure what to do with the freedom you have newly won from adult intervention.
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It may have taken over an hour and a few panicky phone calls, but mission accomplished, Daddy got in and he even shared a big bowl of rainbow sherbet with you to celebrate. I certainly hope this is not positive reinforcement to encourage a repeat performance on your part.
Sweetness, you know your Daddy and I are extremely proud of you and your burgeoning intelligence, but I would take it as a personal favor if you wouldn’t make use of such alarming opportunities to demonstrate these impressive new abilities.
All my love (and relief),
Mama
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