“Mommy! Mommy! Help me!”
I come running; this is her scared voice. I expect to find her atop a bookcase or stuck in a laundry hamper or otherwise trapped. Instead, she’s sitting quietly on her bed, naked, looking confused. Around her, the entire contents of her dresser are piled in a heap.
“Mommy, I was just making this mess. I want you to clean it up,” she says piteously.
“OK, sweetie, ” I say, knowing I’ll regret that when she does it again tomorrow, but too charmed by her honest confusion to say no.
I start putting pyjamas and undies and pants back in their drawers. She sits there looking forlorn and confused.
“Mommy!” she finally cries. “I don’t know why this happened!”
Sometimes, being three is hard.