My Daughter = Mommy in Training

The Monday before Thanksgiving I had to go into The City (and yes, I refer to Manhattan as The City, because that's what it is. If you're not from New York, you may not call it The City, but around these here parts, that's how we refer to it). Anyway, I had to go into The City to be on Dr. Oz. Which meant my husband had to stay home with the kids while Mommy was off to tape the show.
Did everyone survive? Sure. Were there plenty of stories when I returned that night, but of course!
Our first story: My husband had to take my car to drop our daughter off at school, because my car has the car seats in there for our two kids. Instead of taking his keys, with all the house keys on it, he took my keys with JUST my car keys on it. One guess as to how that ended.......you got it. My husband returned home, opened the garage and realized he was now locked out of the house. I'm not telling you how he got into the house, because well, that's just dumb. I will tell you we have since fixed it so it won't be happening again, EVER.
Our second story is the one referring to the blog post title: Before I left to go into The City, I told Little Miss that she had to help Daddy because The Boy is a handful. Daddy will need a lot of help. She nodded, very serious and said "I will do that, Mommy." Off I went, there she stayed with Daddy and The Boy. Well, my Little Miss took her assignment very serious!
My husband was busy doing whatever, but when he went to check on the kids he stumbled upon a comedic site. He walked into our son's room and saw one of his diapers, folded up nice and tight. He figured he must have left it on the diaper cart by mistake the last time he changed The Boy.

Nope.

He turned around and found The Boy with no shoes, socks, pants or diaper on. Just his shirt. Little pecker just hanging there. My husband looked over at Little Miss and asked "Who did this to his diaper." She gave her brother up. He asked her again "Who did this to his diaper, it's all folded up with the wipes in it like Mommy and I do it." She reluctantly said "Me. He was wet and needed to be changed." My husband just shook his head. She then finished her explanation "He let me take it off and wipe him, but when I wanted to put a new one on, he wouldn't let me."

PRICELESS. Needless to say, I had a good laugh when I returned home from The City.

My Daughter is a Mommy in training at the age of four!