S I G HOh, my Sweet Girl.
I seriously need to have a talk with your older brother and sister because they
so did not prepare me for you.
You're so clever and sweet and smart, but, girl,
come on.
So, Monday, I was upstairs with the little ones. Stephanie went to the bathroom and came back and said, the wind blew the door shut.
I said, "What? The window isn't open. It's cold out." and then forgot about it thinking she was in her pretend play mode.
Later I went into the bathroom and it was COLD in there. The window was open. It's an old window and I don't know how to explain it - it's like deep set into the wall so there's kind of like a shelf there. And it opens downward and basically rests on the shelf.
And it was shattered.
It's still in the pane but it's broke all to heck. She had climbed on the sink, unlocked it, and then must have dropped it open. Which probably would have been okay except there was something lying on the shelf and the glass part landed on that and just destroyed the window.
She felt really bad when I told her it was broken. She had no idea she had broken it. She felt even worse when I told her I was going to take the money out of her piggy bank for it. She just started crying like the world was ending (she's a miser in training). Finally, I had to tell her I wouldn't really take her money but she needs to just leave some things alone.
I'm just so in shock or something. Just in case you're wondering - this makes the 5th broken glass in about a month for us. First some idiot broke into the delivery truck and smashed both side windows and a mirror. Then last week some drunk idiot got thrown out of the bar next door and smashed our big (over 5'x6') store window. And now this.
This one, unfortunately, is just going to get cardboarded, taped up, and covered up until a later date. It was a piece of crap window and when I replace it, I'd like to get one that doesn't leak so much cold air in the winter! It's also a north-facing window so it was going to be covered up soon anyway to keep the drafts out.
But still, Baby, I'm counting the days until you start school - you clearly need more stimulation than I can give you.
Somewhere, up there, (my) Grandpa Koehler is laughing his @$$ off. I think I can even hear him.
