I love ALL of my children with ALL of my heart (I'm sure that I don't REALLY have to tell you that;) and even though I love all of them equally, I am VERY well aware that when I talk about my children; Nicky and Lyndzi almost always come off sounding like angels and Kelsie like the perpetual thorn in my side. Oh, Kelsie is my very strong willed child. The one who is always pushing the envelope and pushing me to my limits. Kelsie keeps me on my toes and doesn't miss a trick; and because she is so prone to mischief and frquently makes comical remarks, my posts tend to accentuate her escapades while those about Nicky and Lyndzi are usually more about their academic, artistic, athletic and altruistic achievements. But what can you do; they are who they are.
Kelsie is just 6 years old, but if you talk to her you would think that you are talking to a much older child. Her vocabulary is vast for a child of her age and her thought process is uncommon (in both good and bad ways.) Kelsie often gets the short end of the stick because in addition to acting older; she looks a lot older. She is particularly tall for her age and her face has a more mature appearance than that of most 6 year olds; which makes it quite easy to forget that she herself is only a tender 6; and therefore, everyone seems to expect much MORE from her.
I was reminded of Kelsie's actual age just a couple of weeks ago. I was cooking dinner and Kelsie came over to me crying HYSTERICALLY. Now Kelsie, (future Oscar winner that she is,) cries A LOT; but this cry was different ~ it was a HEAVING cry that caused her to gasp for air as she tried to get out the words "I'm so sorry," and "I didn't mean to." Kelsie was trying to explain that she had flooded my bathroom. I calmly told her "That's OK, accidents happen," but she continued to cry and said "I tired to clean it up, but there's water everywhere." I quizzically asked "There's water everywhere?" And then decided that I better go upstairs and see what catastrophe she thought she had caused. Well, she was right; it was BAD. I waded through my bathroom as the water continued to cascade off of my vanity. The garbage pail was full of water and the entire bathroom was about half an inch under water. I asked her how it had happened and she told me that she had been playing in the sink, and she didn't realize that the plunger was down. She said that she went to lay down on my bed and play, and she didn't know that the water was still running. Nicky and Lyndzi helped me to find every towel in the house. We used everything from bath sheets to bath mats, beach towels to wash cloths, and between it all, AND a mop; I got it cleaned up. Now just on a side note; I have to tell you that once the water was cleaned up, Lyndzi said, "Mom, I hate to tell you this, but my Quesadilla is missing." I said "It's missing?" And asked, "Do you think that Hershey ate it?" Lyndzi replied "Well, I didn't get down and smell her breath, but yes, I think she ate it." Ahh, just the comic relief that I needed after Kelsie's latest calamity.