Then there was the time she appeared in the living room, pleading for "a spoon, a ladder, a very sharp knife, and A LOT of helpers."
What was she planning? I have no idea. But it probably wouldn't have ended well.
The other day as we were driving in the car, she shouted, "I need duct tape and a highlighter! Fast!"...
I said, "Kate, we're in the car. We do not have duct..." Then she cut me off and specified, "A YELLOW highlighter!"
Sometimes I ask what she's up to, but she rarely provides answers. She is very excited about her plans, though. That much is clear.
What's perplexing is that she doesn't seem bothered when her grand schemes don't come to fruition. Here's how it goes: She'll appear and make her urgent request, I'll tell her, "no way," and she'll run back to where she came from. Probably already hatching another plan.
This was her latest request: