My husband is building a shelving unit in our playroom upstairs, so the girls have been "helping" him quite a bit lately. Sunday, he allowed our oldest to actually use the hammer and nails to create her own little masterpiece. Here she is, showing it off. I told her it was really cool, such a great idea, I love it. What is it supposed to be?
Her answer disturbed my soul and has kept me awake nights. "It's for Reese. You know how Reesie always cries when Daddy leaves? Well, I"ll put this by the door so if she cries, then she'll just step on these things (the nails!) and it will make her get away from the door."
RUN, REESIE, RUN!!!
Poor little Reese-a-roni. She has no clue.