The absent minded is manefesting in things like, at IKEA yesterday rebecca was sitting at a little kids table eating a softserve cone, and I was sitting on the couch next to her nursing Penelope. When we got up to leave I just left her trash there on the table. I didn't realize it until later. Dopey.
Yesterday Rebecca also came up with her first really good threat, or maybe I just can't remember anything. Anyway, usually when we say she can't have something until tomorrow, or can't do something until tomorrow, or just can't have something, her typical pouty threat is 'well, I'm not going to want it tomorrow.' to which the response is 'okay, that's fine sweetie.' It may not sound anything like a threat, but it's all in the delivery. Anyway, last night when I told her if she blew the bugle in the middle of the night and woke up everyone in the house that I would take it away, after she said she would find it again, and I said I would sell it, she said 'well, then I won't come and snuggle with you in the morning!' So we're making progress on the threat front. Heh.