“What?” She responded, holding a handful of her barrettes.
I ask why her hair ties were spilled all down the hallway.
"What hair ties?" She asks.
“What do you mean what hair ties? Those!” pointing down to the mess on the floor. The mess she had to walk around and through to get to me. “Why are they all over the hallway floor?”
“Where?” she asks.
“Where? There! Look down in front of you!”
Addison looking to the side “I don’t see nothing.”
"Anything." Addison: "huh?" Me: "Anything. I don't see anything." She looked confused... Me: "Forget it. Just, please pick up the hair ties."
"huh?" Looking around. clearly confused by my requests.
"Addison! There! Look IN FRONT of you!” Finally, looking down… “Why are they all over the floor?”
“Because Jackson didn’t sit still.” She retorts.
Again- “What hair ties mommy?”
“OHMYFRIGGIN’LORD ADDISON YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!”
Before she can ask “what?” I reiterate, “THERE!” pointing now, frustrated from repeating myself several times. “Put them away. NOW!”
“What?” she asks.
“What do you mean what? The hair ties. Pick them up, put them back in the box and put them in the drawer. You know, where they belong!”
“The drawer?” she asks.
“Yes, the drawer!” I repeat.
By this time, my patience- GONE. “Addison, why are you just standing there? Go PICK them UP and PUT them AWAY. OVER THERE!” I motion, again, pointing to her drawer and this time giving a little nudge.
“Oh! These hair ties.” she responds.
"Are you freakin' kidding me?" I mumble under my breath, grateful she finally seems to get what I’m saying.