This morning while feeding the toddler, my eyes wandered mindlessly around the room until finally coming to rest on the corner between my China hutch and the wall. Tucked haphazardly into the small space was a pile of dirty pajamas that I recognized from earlier in the week, at which point they had been laying in the middle of the kitchen floor. Until I asked her to please take them to her hamper. Which I assumed she had done. Since they had vanished.
Apparently I had assumed incorrectly.
Me: Lexi. Why are there pajamas shoved in the corner?
Lexi: I don’t know.
Me: What do you mean you don’t know? Didn’t you put them there? Didn’t I ask you to take them to your hamper? Why would you put them here?
Lexi: I JUST WANTED TO REST.
Me: (blank stare)
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Later that day….
Lexi: Mom? How far down your throat does your tongue go? Does it go…like…to your privates?
Me: (blank stare)