It all started when she and my mom were watching a "how-to" video from some girl in Sweden. It was a cute take on how to make your own tie-dye shirts by using permanent markers to draw a design, then simply spraying the fabric with rubbing alcohol to make the colors bleed. Adorbs.
The Swedish girl referred to the rubbing alcohol throughout the video, simply as 'alcohol' and by the end, Lauren Elizabeth was running around the house searching for it. "I need alcohol! Where do we have alcohol?!"
This in and of itself was funny to me (not my husband) but things only got worse, when mom took her to the store to get some. By the time they came back, our daughter burst through the front door screaming, "GRAMMIE GOT ME ALCOHOL!"
If you know my mom, the irony of this is not lost on you. My mom wouldn't take a drink to save her life, so much so, I often wonder if she actually came off the Mayflower as a Pilgrim.
By now I'm falling over as my husband is near coronary status and Mom's chasing after her calling, "Rubbing alcohol! It's RUBBING alcohol, Dear!"
The only thing better? In gymnastics she got to go to her favorite...the parallel bars.
Falling asleep last night, her tired eyes smiled as she mumbled, "I'm so happy I got alcohol and finally got to go to the bars. I can't wait to tell my friends at school."
I'll be waiting for the call from her teacher. XO