Like most children, E loves to go outside. She constantly tests the front door to see if it will magically open, allowing her access to the great world beyond our little home. When people ring the doorbell, she is thrilled not only at the prospect of guests, but at the opportunity to step outside to greet them.
To indulge her new-found love of the outdoors, E and I have been taking walks around our cul de sac after her afternoon nap most days.
This afternoon, the wind was blowing pretty hard, bringing in much cooler weather. Instead of our usual long walk, we just went to the mailbox and back. Not long after that short trip, two Mormon missionaries rang our doorbell. Not inclined to answer the door to greet strangers (or to get into a theological "argument" at that moment) I decided not to answer the door. This did not sit well with my daughter, who proceeded to bang on the inside of the door, wiggle the doorknob and peek through the blinds of the window next to the door to see what was outside.
The missionaries' incessant knocking and doorbell ringing only furthered E's efforts. Finally, frantic that she was missing something very important, she burst into tears! It took me quite a while to get her calmed down.
I'm going to have to teach her that Mommy doesn't always want to talk to everyone that's on the other side of that door! :-)
1 comment:
Oh, that's too funny!
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