Strobe Light De-Pooh-ing

The Hubbs: "Um, The Princess is standing on top of her dresser."

Me: "How did she get up there?"

The Princess: "HahahahahahahaHAAAA!!!!!"

So, I join The Hubbs and The Princess in her room, in an attempt to figure out what she was using to hoist herself up onto the dresser.  Her rolling Eeyore and a few other potential suspects are promptly removed, and The Hubbs and I return to the living room to properly veg out in front of more Sex and the City.

The Princess: "Hehe."

Uh-oh.

The Princess:  "HehehahahoohoohahaHAAAA!!!!"

One peek around the corner, and The Hubbs and I can tell she's right back up on top of that dresser.  The same dresser, need I remind you, that is surrounded by a veritable moat of nothingness.  Not one item that could act as a stepping stone is within four feet of this thing, but there she is, swinging her feet and giggling like a maniac.

And...chewing on something???

Me: "What is that in your mouth, Princess?"

The Princess: "Hehehe...gurgle...slurp...heheeee!"

The Hubbs: "Well, what is it?"

I separate the offending bit of plastic from the oozing drool I now hold in my hand.  I, too, want to know what in the heck this thing is.  After a moment of total confusion, we figure out that this is the sad remains of one of the (absolutely adorable, and not at all cheap) Winnie the Pooh decals from her wall.

That's right.  The Princess has learned how to climb up on her dresser unassisted so she can reach - and eat - the stickers on her walls.  Rock on.

When we realize what's going on, The Hubbs and I begin peeling the rest of the decals from the walls.  The Princess watches with glee, bouncing around on her dresser and flipping the light switch on and off and on and off and...you get the point.  Did I mention the cackling?  Or the fact that it's pitch-dark outside by this time?

So, there we are, The Hubbs and me, de-Pooh-ing The Princess's room, when - without warning - she flips the light off.  We're blind.  You know what it's like going from full light to full dark.  It takes a minute to adjust.  The only problem is that she finds it so funny to play Strobe Light in the middle of our sticker-peeling fest that she just can't wait long enough for anyone's eyes to adjust before clicking that switch again.

Her timing is impeccable, too.  Any time one of us stretches into an unnatural position in an attempt to reach a sticker that is just a little too far away, click.  The lights go off.  She cackles.  We freeze, hoping for the light to be restored before someone is impaled by a horse head on a stick, or - worse - steps on a sharp block.  Click, click, click, click. 

Giggles.

Clicks.

More giggles.

Note: Fortunately, no members of the Hubbo Family were harmed during this game of Strobe Light De-Pooh-ing.  In fact, it was the most fun I've had in a long time.