Yesterday, Elizabeth was particularly honey badger-ish. I spent most of the day telling her not to do things, pulling her off things, and taking things away from her.
The final straw was when I found her attempting to pick the lock on my bedroom door, which wasn’t locked, with strands of uncooked spaghetti. There was a trail of broken noodles across the house and a bunch jammed in the little hole on the doorknob.
I hauled Elizabeth upstairs and dropped her into bed. While she was screaming, I told her she had to stay in her room until I said she could come out. I hadn’t even gotten downstairs before she had already poked her head out, asking to be released from confinement.
I told her to go back into her room, and I went in my room to read. Not ten minutes later, Ella came in laughing hysterically.
Elizabeth was sound asleep at the top of the stairs, sweater wrapped around her head.