Privacy? Ha!

I went to get Hayley out of bed this morning and the moment I opened the door she promptly yelled "Monkey!" and pointed at the monkey on her border. She's never actually said the word monkey before, so I wasn't aware that she actually knew what a monkey was. Usually when I get her up in the morning I say something to the effect like "How'd my little monkey sleep?" Apparently she wanted to make it clear to me that she is not the monkey! She then said "sheep" and pointed to the zebra. Guess we'll keep working on animals.

So after Hayley's breakfast I headed off to take a shower. Usually Hayley will sit in the family room and watch an episode of Pinky Dinky Doo while I get ready. Of course today she must have been feeling her oats because she decided to take advantage of my helpless condition. I'd gotten my hair lathered up with shampoo when Hayley came running into the bathroom with a mischievous look on her face yelling "tower, tower." (I've long given up on ANY expectation of privacy ANYWHERE in the bathroom!) At first I thought she was saying "towel," but then she said, "Pooh, tower" and the next thing I knew, Pooh was in the shower with me! "Oh, she's saying SHOWER!!!" I pulled a wet Pooh out from under my feet and told Hayley that Pooh didn't need a shower, he'd just had a bath last week. She smiled and ran out of the bathroom. Moments later she was back with "that" look on her face. She grabbed the towels that were right next to the shower (you know, the ones I'd placed there to towel off with) and took off down the hallway towards the bedroom door where she dropped the towels and ran back into the family room.

As I dripped my way to my misplaced towels I wondered to myself how I'm ever going to survive when Hayley's partner in crime gets here. It doesn't look good for me so far.