Can She Fix It?

Smoochy Girl loves to brush her teeth. I think it's actually eating toothpaste she loves, but let's pretend it's Good Oral Hygiene she's shooting for.

She's fallen out of love with kids' toothpaste and will throw a tantrum and wipe the toothpaste on the carpet if she decides to be displeased. But if her majesty is satisfied, she walks happily around the house with her toothbrush in her mouth (because that's SUCH a safe thing to do.) She then leaves it wherever she is when she loses interest.

This means that next time she goes to find her toothbrush, it isn't where she thinks it is, which is not good because this qualifies as A Major Incident.

Yesterday, she couldn't find her toothbrush but instead of having a meltdown, she tried something new. She opened the drawer that contains our unopened toothbrushes and toothpaste and found a packet of two new toothbrushes. She couldn't open it though, and wandered the house for a bit with toothbrushes in hand, wondering what to do.

I lost track of what she was doing, so I had to put it all together later.

It seems she then got up on the chair in my study and from there climbed up onto the desk. She found my tin of stationery items and chose a pair of scissors.

She then climbed down and wandered the house with the toothbrushes in one hand and the scissors in the other, because that's even SAFER than wandering with a toothbrush hanging out of your mouth.

And I first noticed her like this, presenting brushes and scissors to me, asking in a sweet little voice, "Cut Piece? Cut Piece?"

Darn.

It's like three minutes ago she was a little bit like this:

Yeah. She slept in a box in the living room.