Adventures With MissMunchkin

Even though all Mommy hears all day is “Where Daddy?” Daddy is convinced MissMunchkin is pushing him out the door every morning.

This morning MissMunchkin was asleep until Daddy got up. He had barely made it out of the bedroom before there were little feet pounding after him at a dead run. She insisted on ‘helping’ him with everything from getting coke to turning on the dryer.

When she wasn’t allowed outside, she went to make sure Mommy was out of bed. Apparently this morning MissMunchin found Daddy’s dirty clothes. He received yesterday’s shirt before his shower.

As always, MissMunchkin delivered Daddy’s shoes before he could get one sock on.

Daddy was escorted to the door with a “buh-bye,” the door was watched to make sure he didn’t come back, and then MissMunchkin ran off.

MissMunchkin had officially got Daddy out the door for work and she could now play until breakfast was served.

Daddy and MissMunchkin have become tired of grocery shopping with Mommy. (Maybe because Mommy gets annoyed at both of them for pointing out all the yummy things not on Mommy’s list. Daddy claims he doesn’t want them, just seeing what is there.)

So, after a couple aisles of food, MissMunchkin and her Daddy disappear to see what kind of non-food items might be there.

According to Daddy, MissMunchkin has become very picky about clothes, declaring “Don’t like!” to most of the outfits in her size.

Supposedly she picky about big screen tv’s too. More picky than Daddy, or so the story goes.

They don’t seem to find any toys she likes either, but then Daddy knows to avoid the dangerous aisles, like the bikes. This week their escapade got Daddy into trouble. Someone had left a bike where it wasn’t supposed to be. It should be noted MissMunchkin likes bikes. In an effort to convince her she had to grow more before she could have it, Daddy put her on the bike.

… Smart.

Daddy was in trouble for a good while after leaving the bike behind.

In their wanderings Daddy has discovered MissMunchkin’s attitude problem. Well, maybe not a problem, but definitely an attitude.

She will ignore people that talk down to her. I mean flat out look through them. If that doesn’t work, they get the evil stare and the disgusted scowl.

While waiting in the checkout lane, one woman didn’t get the message. After ignoring and then scowling, MissMunchkin resorted to lecturing. After several minutes of being angrily jabbered at, complete with pointing fingers, the woman said to MissMunchkin’s Daddy, “I don’t think she likes me.”

Daddy convinced the woman to turn around and quit talking to MissMunchkin before she choked him. MissMunchkin was on Daddy’s shoulders and during her lecture and finger pointing she had clamped her legs firmly around Daddy’s neck.

MissMunchkin is a bit friendlier to most kids. She’ll look at them with curiosity at least, which is more than most adults warrant. However, she apparently has just as little patience with them.

MissMunchkin and Daddy came across a boy and his mother just as the poor kid was back talking his mom. MissMunchkin all out laid into him. Daddy says the kid looked pretty scared; his mother and MissMunchkin’s Daddy were a bit taken back as well.

I think my favorite has been when a little boy not much older then MissMunchkin pointed to her and said, “Baby!”

MissMunchkin didn’t miss a beat, pointed at the boy, looked at Daddy and proclaimed, “Baby.”

I’m thinking we don’t have to worry too much about MissMunchkin asserting herself.

“Where” is used in one of the Baby Signing Time dvd’s.

MissMunchkin has finally discovered its meaning, or started using “where” regularly at least. In the store, in restaurants, in the car, and at home, it is now necessary to know where things are. Especially the more important things.Before leaving in the car we must know:”Where MissKitty?”"Where Molly, where dolly?”

Which gets repeats every time we get in the car since they are not allowed to go places. (Mommy has a backup MissKitty hidden, but not a Molly…)

Throughout the day it’s:

“Where drink?”

“Where Molly?”

“Where food?”

“Where Molly??”

“Where baby?”

She’s claimed one of Mommy’s old toys for her baby in the past week. It’s an odd little creature that Mommy has racked her brain (and the ‘net) for what it is. She thought “Rainbow Brite” since it’s not a Little Pony nor a Smurf. No clue what it was, but it’s now MissMunchkin’s “baby.”

Occasionally, especially in the evening, I get:

“Where Daddy?”

Which she usually follows up on her own:

“Work.”