As the water was draining from the bathtub tonight Avery was left for a minute while the hubby dried off the other rugrat.  Upon his return he discovered Avery playing with mommy’s razor.  And shaving. Her face.  Awesome.  After checking to make sure there were no fatal wounds, he asked her if her face hurt at all because it looked a little red…

Avery: But Daddy I can’t see there!

Daddy: Nobody can see their own face.

Avery:  BUT I WANT TO SEE THERE!!!!

Mommy: You can look in the mirror and see your face.

Aver: *Chin quivering*  I DON’T WANT TO LOOK IN THE MIRROR I WANT TO SEE IT WITH MY EYES! 

Daddy:  But…

Avery: *Commence wailing and full blown sobfest* BUT I WAA–AAAANNT TO SEEEEEE IT WITH MY EEEEEEYES!!!!!!!!!

And then we laughed at her for a long time.  And kept reminding her that she can’t see her own face. Because we’re really good parents. She continued to weep and scream in frustration about this specific problem until well after she was dried off.  It is kind of unusual for her to flip out over something so completely arbitrary but that’s what happens when you wake up at the crack of dawn each and every bloody morning. When I told her she needed to settle down she started to jump around like she was possessed by the devil, all red in the face and arms flailing wildly.  I asked her what she was doing and she looked at me, her face bright pink and tears rolling down her cheeks and squeezed out “I’m trying to take a DEEP BREATH!”  Then she fell to the floor half laughing, half crying and rolling around like a person having a charismatic religious experience.  It was truly bizarre but thoroughly entertaining.  If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go antagonize her some more just to see the show again.