Saturday night, JT, mom and I ordered out for Chinese food. We decided to feed the children first, because one: William and Keisha were already hungry and we had not ordered yet. I gave them catfish nuggets, salad and pudding for dessert. And two: we knew that they would not let us eat in peace (as usual). So I fed them as planned, then about 30-45 minutes later they went up to their room to play.

Downstairs, we watched a movie while we ate the Chinese food. My order was simple this time, half order of chicken fried rice and crab rangoon *drool*. About 45 minutes into the movie, I heard Keisha crying on the baby monitor. She seemed to be in distress, so I dashed upstairs. I walked into the room, waiting to see why my daughter was so troubled. I looked at her and she has a toothbrush in her hand and toothpaste all over her hands, face and everywhere in the room.

I started feeling like my temperature is rising, but it is only me getting pissed off. I held most of the anger inside and instead of giving a nice little whooping, I decided to stay calm and collect. Keisha continued to look at me, wondering what the hell I was going to do to her. I began looking around the room for the tube of toothpaste but I could not find it. I asked Keisha where the toothpaste was, but she shrugged her shoulders like she did not know what I was saying.

I grabbed some wet wipes and cleaned her hands and face. All throughout this time, William was hovering in the background. I would love to know what he was thinking. I asked Keisha, why she opened the toothpaste and squirted it all over the floor, bed, toys, stuffed animals and herself. She looked down and did not say anything. I lifted her chin up and directed her toward me. I told her that the toothpaste is not a toy and she should not have squirted it everywhere. She started to cry and I asked her why she was crying… “You did it!” She looked at me crazy but stopped crying.

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