This morning, as I was preparing breakfast, I heard Harper shout something from her bedroom, but it was muffled because her bedroom door was closed. “What?” I hollered back. I heard Harper open the door a crack and repeat, “I said, ‘it’s OK mommy, everything is just fine.’” Then she closed the door again. So of course, I dropped everything and went to see what our little minimizer was up to.
Inside her room I found Will locked in the closet (he was happy as a clam checking out all the shoes) and Hemlock, our cat, lying on the bed, wearing a pair of dolly bloomers and a surly attitude. (I can’t even begin to imagine how she got them on him. That is one patient cat.) Harper was giggling with glee.