Last night, I was playing with Reilly in the back room at my dad's house. She had pulled out a plastic Barbie kitchen playset, and we were taking turns putting little plastic cans of beans and jars of pickles back on the little plastic shelves. All we needed to make the scene complete was a Barbie doll. Sadly, there were none in sight.
At one point, Reilly accidentally kicked the playset, and amongst the plastic playthings that flew everywhere, a couple of AA Duracell batteries also popped out.
I should pause for a moment to say that AA batteries are Reilly's favorite banned plaything. One of her favorite games over at Grandma's is knocking the batteries out of the TV remote and then trying to get them in her mouth before I catch her.
So when the batteries popped out last night, her eyes lit up and she grabbed them. She looked at me and said, "Bay-doo!" And I said, "You're welcome, but I didn't give them to you. Can daddy please have the batteries back?"
Reilly ignored me and edged her way over to the bookcase nearby, where she surreptitiously hid the batteries. She looked back to see if I was watching, and I quickly averted my eyes. Satisfied that she had hidden them well, she went back to playing with Barbie's kitchen.
A few minutes later, though, she caught me looking over at the batteries, and ran over to the hiding place to put them back into her clutches. Unfortunately, she went straight to her mouth with the double A's, so I had to take them away.
She's getting to be a smart little sucker.
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