I Spy... A Major Burn From a 4 Year Old

Courtney with my old cat, who never judged me.

My girls love playing I Spy in our back yard, sitting on my hammock. Spending so much time at home, they have gone through almost everything at this point. At least that’s what I thought.

As a reminder, my daughter is a precocious burn-master. See here and here.

Scene:

It’s 88 degrees. Me and the two girls on the hammock locking around the back yard. It’s the four year old’s turn. “I see something gray,” she says.

Me: Is it those pavers?

Z: No.

Me: Is it those rocks?

Z: No.

Me: How bout those over there?

Z: No.

Me: is it on someone?

Z: Yes.

Me: Is it on me?

Z: Yes.

Me: … (looking down—wearing black swim shorts) …

Z: Smiles.

Me: Is it on my head?

Z: Yes.

Me: Is it a hair?

Z: Yes it’s that hair right there. Or that one.

ADDENDUM:

The next day we are playing again. Same scene. All sitting on the hammock. My 6 y.o. is going. “I spy something black.”

Me: Is it a toy?

O: No.

Me: Is it near us?

O: Yes.

Me: Is it on one of us?

O: Yes.

Me: My swim shorts.

O: No.

Me: My sandals.

O: No.

Me: … my hair?

O: Yes!

Me: (overjoyed she called my hair black, she’s clearly my favorite right now) -

O: In your ear!