Four-year-old Angela bounced out the back door happily and I was fine with that. It’s a gorgeous day here in Minnesota; it’s good that she’s outside.
Still. This is my extremely adventuresome gal we’re talking about. After ten minutes or so had elapsed, I told her brother to go check on her.
“Mom!” he called out from the neighbor’s yard. “She’s in their garage on the roof of their car!”
She was sent to her room for this offense and I phoned her father, who started laughing.
“I don’t pretend to know why she does what she does,” I lamented.
“Well, did you ask her?” he replied.
I called her down and gave her the phone. “Sorry,” she said automatically, and then listened quietly as he questioned her. A few moments later, we had our answer.
“I like to climb on cars,” she said.
So there you go.
She climbed their car because it was there.
Ed. Note: I hope you’re not scandalized when I blog about our spirited girl. Are you? Angela is one of the brightest and most unique little people I have yet to meet. She is also one of the most willful. (It’s my husband’s fault. She gets it from him.) I always joke that properly formed, this girl is destined for greatness. Improperly formed? Look out.
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