Translation, Please?

Hi, I'm back :-)  We've been on vacation for the past two weeks and due to slow connection speed or just real interesting folks to be around, I took a break from blogging.  Let me tell you something, I missed blogging a lot-lot-lot.  So until I can find my vacation pictures in the heaps of stuff we have lying around in our post-vacation-aftermath of a house here's something that's been preying on my mind...

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Sometimes, things happen around here.  Strange things.  Things that, were it to happen in any other house, the perpetrator would probably be sent to the loony bin or at least seek some good medication.

Today, I attempted to open my pot cabinet and realized the handles were laced together with a length of dental floss.  As I painstakingly unwound it, I pondered that had I not known who did this, I'd be seriously freaked out.  But in this house, we have a Very Busy Two Year Old.  And I know it was she that did it.

The real question is why does she do it?? 

Is there something deep within that seeks to be heard?  Some message she is trying to convey?  I am her mother, after all.  It is my job to be tuned in to her deepest needs and desires.  I seek peace and joy for her soul.  I want to be there for her.  I want her to share her feelings with me.  But in her two year old mind, perhaps this is the only outlet she has found.  And I need to know what is going on!!!

Take fer instance: 

What led her to cut the water bill into uniformly square pieces and lay them in a line across the living room carpet?

What caused her to saturate her beautiful curls with hand lotion and brush it straight back with my (now saturated with hand lotion) boar's hair brush? 

What influenced her to remove every article of clothing from her dresser drawers and then to pile them in the middle of her bedroom floor over, get this, her unclothed baby doll lying on top of a paisley handkerchief? 

Am I missing something?  Is there some kind of pattern here?

She reminds me of the pack rats in my Dad's shop.  Besides being adorable with big brown eyes, they were always doing something.   Like moving my Dad's enormous logging chain from one end of the shop to the other.  That thing had to weigh one hundred times their body weight but little by little they moved it and then stuffed each chain link full of pine needles.  Why?  Why?  Why?  Because they could, I guess.

And I think that's what the Very Busy Two Year Old is up to.  She does it because she can.  It's an accomplishment, to her mind.  It keeps her Very Busy Fingers occupied.  And even if the results could be over-analyzed and create fodder for "A Beautiful Toddler Mind" I guess it hasn't hurt anyone yet.  Except my boar's head brush.  And that baby doll looked a tad weighed down.  

Also, that Very Busy Two Year Old will soon be three.  So in the meantime, I think I'll just...um...enjoy it??

Perhaps I don't need the loony bin or medication...but a maid might be nice.