All That Glitters

Mila is on Day 4 of her epic pre-Halloween sugar high, which is all and good except, well, this.

The kid has lost her fool mind.

I have spent the past few days just trying to keep the beast somewhat contained. I've given up on trying to get her to be a respectable member of society; I'm currently settling for alive. Because cars. The kid really, really likes to run out in front of cars. Her other hobbies include climbing to heights that are most decidedly unsafe, licking walls, and trying to convince strangers to kidnap her.

The good news is that I've survived these sorts of phases before. They are nearly always followed by a phase that includes Mila acting like the sweetest kid that ever lived. I mean, the kid can be SO sweet. The sweetest.

Until the pendulum swings the other way, Mila is a beast. She'll break out of this phase at some point, but first I have to survive. The good news is that I will be super sparkly while I wait things out!

About that sparkle ... it seems that Mila is going to spend the next week dressed in costumes. She has decided she is going to be either Cinderella or Rapunzel every morning and every night. She has literally been sleeping in costume. The internet has photographic evidence.

I didn't really care if the kid wanted to dress fancy all the time. It's not hurting anything for her to be a princess all of the time, except that IT IS TOTALLY HURTING SOMETHING. I didn't think about it until it was far too late, but do you know what happens when a non-glittered person hugs a glittered person?

CHAOS, THAT'S WHAT.

A few sparkles on her skirt have somehow multiplied faster than the Gremlins after midnight. A quick hug turned into me being covered with sparkles from head to toe.

Except that I didn't notice until after I was back home after a day at work.

Meaning, I went through the work day with sparkle all over my face. And hands. And clothes. And everywhere else. So, basically my co-workers now think that I'm moonlighting at a strip club because there is no other explanation for that much glitter.

Thanks, Mila.