Singing in the.. . .public restroom and other stories about Lily

Lily and I went to Costco tonight. For some reason, she loves going to the restroom at Costco and she generally insists on going by herself. Tonight, while I was waiting on line to checkout, she went to the restroom.

It was at least five minutes and maybe more between the time that she headed for the restroom and when I finished up at the checkout. As I headed toward the restroom to see if Lily was done, I could hear a loud, muffled sound that I thought could possibly be Lily sobbing.

I picked up my pace and threw open the door. I saw nothing, but realized once I was in the restroom that what I heard wasn’t sobbing. Rather, it was Lily—in a stall—singing in an operatic voice at the top of her lungs.

I tiptoed back out and waited outside for another five minutes. The opera ended. I went in to check on Lily again. She was still in the stall, but silent.

I said, “Lily, is everything ok?”

“Oh, yeah,” she said and I heard all sorts of scurrying and she threw open the stall door and marched over to the sinks. “I’ll just wash my hands and be out in a minute. You can wait outside,” she told me.

Another five minutes went by. I opened the door and called in, “Lily?”

“Just a minute,” she called back.

A couple minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, the entire front of her outfit drenched.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Huh? Oh, nothing.”

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Lily: Mom, I think I’m going to get a treat at gymnastics tonight.
Me: Do they usually give you treats at gymnastics?
Lily: Well, no, but I’m going to be so good tonight that they just won’t be able to help themselves.

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Lily: I think the Berenstain Bears are actually squirrels.
Me: Why?
Lily: Well, they always shovel all their food into their mouths until their cheeks bulge out.

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Lily (listening to the “Fish Heads” song on the XM Kids station): I think they mean fish sticks, not fish heads.
Me: Why’s that?
Lily: Well, fish heads aren’t really roly poly, but one time when I was over at my friend’s house, we ate fish sticks, and they were roly poly.
(listens to the song for another minute)
Lily: Yup, fish sticks.

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