Why, why, why???

This post could go two ways. One could be the story I intend for it to be. The other could be telling you all about Payton's favorite word, Why. Why Mommy, why? Why? Why? Why? It's pretty much every fifth word. Even more common than MarMar Jackie, which I have just learned doesn't only refer to Jackie, it also refers to Grandma Orr. Another story.

Last week Aunt Robynn left a few containers of yogurt here that she'd bought for Addy while they were visiting. Payton wanted one for lunch and after she ate her nuggets I sat her down at her table behind the sofa with a spoon and container of yogurt, and I moved on to clean up her mess of toys that had spread out over the living room. After only a minute or so, I realized she wasn't talking to me and thought that strange as we don't EVER go more than 30 seconds without conversation from the little chatterbox. SO, being the great mother that I am, I decided to check on her. This is what I found. She was proudly and enthusiastically giving her hair a yogurt treatment. Beautiful. Only two hours after a shower, now she needed a yogurt bath. Here's where the great mother skills fly out the window. I scream, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!! This photo is seconds later as I realize I might have overreacted a bit and start to see the humor. She's not seeing the humor. From here I continued to scold (as I was laughing my butt off in my head) and grabbed her, lay her on the kitchen counter and washed the hair in the sink. Hopefully no more yogurt treatments until she's a teenager and can wash it herself!