Bored

Evie is bored today.
We have had a revolving door of guests for the better part of the last three weeks. Evie’s grandparents flew back to Michigan this morning after having visited for the last eight days.
Her other grandfather, (my dad) will arrive Friday and then her great-grandmother, (the infamous Mamaw) will arrive the first week of August.
While we are busy washing sheets and towels and refilling the cereal and milk supply in what has become the hotel-Scott, Evie is wandering around pondering the loss of her minions. She (I am sure) cannot believe she has been left only her parents; parents who are not nearly as impressed with her every action. Also, we are not nearly as quick to jump at her every whim, which of course she finds most distressing.
Obviously we find her charming and adorable, but you see, we live with her and have lived with her basically her whole life (as in every single minute of every day of her existence.) So while we find, for example, her dropping a sippy cup off the high chair and saying “uh ohh,” cute the first time, we are not willing to retrieve the abandoned cup after the third or tenth intentional drop.
And thus she is bored with us. If she could speak in complete sentences, I believe she would utter something like the following:
“Excuse me, I’m sure you are very lovely people, but if you wouldn’t mind, I’d prefer the other people, the ones who gave me ice cream and smoothies and took me on walks at all hours of the day and night, the ones who answered my every whim. Could you arrange their immediate return? Thank you.”