The Cookie Cutters

I couldn't neglect to write this down!

On Friday Emery was napping and Payton asked to play with her lunchbox full of metal cookie cutters. I was a little too busy cleaning and talking to a friend.

"Momma", she calls. "Can you help me get these off?"

I come around from the kitchen and can't seem to find what she's talking about. She laid down on the floor and pulls up her pant legs.

"Oh my goodness", I said.

Payton had fashioned herself with an "O" cookie cutter on her left leg and a "Q" cookie cutter on her right...above the knee!

I tried pulling a little at first but soon found they wouldn't budge. So I lathered her up with dish soap and a little water and slowly worked the letters off, trying not to laugh. She wasn't seeing the humor in it at the moment and I was trying VERY hard to keep that in mind.

I gave her a hug and asked if she would be doing that again.

She said, "No. I'll just put them on my arms instead".