K is screaming from her bedroom. She is screaming like “Baby” finally lost it and went for the knife block.
K: “MOMMY!!!! I can’t see!!! I can’t see!!!”
I run to her bedroom like my ass is on fire, imagining a hot wheels sticking out of her eye, or an empty bottle of bleach next to her bed.
Me: “What’s wrong?”
K: “I close my eyes.”
I am ashen faced and panting.
Me: “how come you were screaming?”
K: “I wanted you hear me.”
She has a shitty smile all over her face.
Me: “Uh-huh. Next time you need me to know that you’ve blinked, please use your indoor voice.”
K: “OK, Mommy. I have cheese crackers?”
And there’s the crux of the situation. She wants a snack. She nearly stopped my heart so that I would get her a snack while I was up.
My God, she’s just like me.