You Rang?

I've written a time or ten about how Mila is REALLY good at finding the things that make her happy. On top of that, her problem solving skills are AMAZING, considering she's a tiny little 7-year old. The way she combines her "I'm just going to chase joy" philosophy with that ability to solve problems is a thing I wish I could bottle and sell. We could all use it.

A very straight-forward example happened earlier today. The first snowfall is full of delight and wide-eyed wonder, of course, and the notion of a snowball fight is enough to make the Tiny Human do a little happy dance. She found some co-conspirators to make the snowball fight just a little bit bigger, but then Mila ran into a wall.

She ran into me. I'm the wall.

I insisted that Mila dress appropriately for a snowball fight. I know it sounds mean, but maybe a t-shirt and skirt aren't enough? Like, maybe there should be gloves involved? And snow pants? Snow pants sound like a very good idea.

Mila couldn't find her snow pants. That's her own fault, for what it's worth. She has a magical ability to strip layers off all over the house and random clothes end up in the oddest of places. Those snow pants could be in a toy box in her bedroom, the linen closet, stuffed in a bathroom cabinet ... really they could be anywhere. I wasn't about to look for them, but it didn't matter because Mila had it ALL figured out.

She decided to wear pants.

All of her pants.

Remember when Joey Tribbiani decided the opposite of going commando was to wear every bit of clothing possible? That's what Mila did. She literally wore six pairs of pants, three sweatshirts, a coat, two masks, and a crochet Minions hat that hasn't fit her since she was a toddler. She couldn't bend her elbows or knees, but did it matter? Of course not. She had more fun than any person should be allowed to have.

And then there's her newest hobby. Did you know that you can tell an Echo Dot to call someone? And it will? Even if you don't have a cell phone? Guess who turned that discovery into her own personal room service.

Oh, she did.

Mila has taken to calling me from the comfort of her bed. She requests water, tells me she needs me to come give her a hug, requests that I fetch things from the floor for her, and asks for snacks to be delivered. Literally, she has set herself up with room service. She doesn't tip very well either. Oh, and it's 24/7 service. 2:00 am and she wakes up thirsty? She knows how to solve that problem.

It's swell.

So swell.

The good news is that I'm pretty sure that providing room service earns me a better retirement home. Right, Mila? RIGHT?

IT BETTER.