I think I can officially say that Anna Grace is trying to make me die of embarrassment.  I have 2 key pieces of evidence to support my theory.

1.  Last night we go to Burger King and she wants to play in the big playground thing.  Picture odd platform ladder leading to tunnels that are 10 feet up off of ground and big sign that says you can’t be any taller than 4 feet to play in the thing.  I didn’t think she could get up in the thing but she did.  And she had fun.

Then she wanted to come out.  So I said to go down the slide.  She refused. (It was dark in there.) I guided her back over to the platform ladder thing and told her to come down.  She couldn’t.  Whether it was motor planning or fear, who knows.  But she sat there for a good 20 minutes trying to figure out how to get down.  No luck. 

So, I, her mother, had to climb in the thing and help her down.  While everyone watched. And while trying not to have an anxiety attack over  the fact that my child is stuck in this thing combined with a healthy dose of clausterphobia.   

2.  Today we have a man at the house fixing the garage door.  We are also potty training. (Just kill me!)  The man knocks on the door while I’m getting Anna Grace to sit on the potty.  I go answer the door and I’m talking to the man about the garage door when all of a sudden he says "you don’t have any pants on".  I look down and my daughter is standing there with her pants and her underwear down around her ankles.  She’s holding up her shirt up over her belly and is basically mooning the entire world.

Thankfully the gararge door guy had a good sense of humor about it but I was mortified. 

I shudder to think what her next move might be.