When Trouble comes to my office, which is often more than once a day, she clears off whatever is on top of my desk and plops herself down right in the middle of the desk.
And there she sits...sometimes for 15 or 20 minutes.
When the phone rings she says, "Answer it."
When a customer walks in the door she says, "Uh oh, go help the customer."
A few days ago she was sitting in her spot playing with a jar full of pennies.
She counted out 20 pennies and climbed off the desk and went in to talk to Travis, my cousin.
"Travis, I'll give you these pennies if you take me for a ride on your motorcycle," she said.
Travis laughed and said, "I'll take you next week."
This was not Trouble's first request.
Trouble tried again.
"Travis, I'll give you these pennies if you take me for a ride on your motorcycle today."
Travis laughed again and said, "Let's go ask your mom."
Travis ended up taking Trouble for a ride around the nursery.
She wasn't a fan of the helmet because it messed up her hair, and I had to fix it for her.
I wasn't a fan of Travis putting Trouble on the back of the bike...it looks like he and I have to have a little chat about taking 4 year olds for motorcycle rides.
Trouble swears she will never get on the bike again.
"It was scary," she said "and I screamed."
If I'm being honest, her little squeal was adorable.
And I didn't have the heart to tell her that Travis wasn't going very fast.
Trouble's dad realizes he's in trouble.
He said to Trouble's mom, "You're already letting her get on the back of a guy's bike?"
That little Trouble...
I've said it before but the world needs more of her.