So a social worker (a moonlighter, actually, on contract with the agency)will be coming out to the house on Monday to check us out. Good thing we still have the smoke detectors and fire extinguishers from last time (requirements). It should not be too big of a deal–she’s swinging by late in the afternoon after work (for all adults involved) and my guess is that we’ll do most of our chatting in the driveway while MAM zooms around on her bike!
Speaking of MAM (I can really only go about 5 minutes without bringing her up, have you noticed?), today I had to explain the concept of “dirty” underwear. See, she actually managed to keep the same pair of Snow White panties (thanks, Grandma) dry for 24 hours (she wears them over her pull-up at nap and bedtime), and so this morning she took them off, tossed her pull up and was ready to put them back on again.
“Honey, those are dirty. Put them in the hamper.”
“They not dirty! They not wet! They dry!”
“When you wake up in the morning, you put your panties in the hamper and put on clean ones.”
“They clean! See? They dry!”
“MAM, after you wear them all day, and then sleep in them, even though they are dry, they go in the wash.”
“Oh. Ok. I get Ariel?”
Could I make this up????