Carly's latest favorite thing is watching her movies and/or cartoons in "Mommy's Bed". Chris and I have a big king size bed with lots of pillows, and she asks almost every day now if she can watch TV in our room on our bed. So the other day, after rounds of "Can I?"s and a few long drawn out "Pleeeeease"s, I agreed to let her have her quiet time in my bed. I got her snuggled in with Tiggie & Blankie, turned on Beauty & the Beast and told her to lay nicely and have her quiet time. And after fifteen minutes of absolute silence I thought, "Alright then. This is working out well!"
Until I peeked my head around the corner of the doorway and saw this...
Clearly quiet time means something different to Carly.
And for the record, all the clean folded clothes that were in the laundry basket that my child is using as her fort, were very unceremoniously dumped on the floor of my bedroom. And when I asked Carly why she dumped the clothes out of the basket she replied, "Cuz. I would have sat on them and they would have got messed up." Oh...OK.
And there it is, a Carly story.
oh i love carly stories :)
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