I don't know. I think everyone is making it much more complicated that it really is. Caylee was almost 3. My DD is the same age. I know how they can get. Just 2 days ago my DD talked non-stop from the moment she woke up til the moment she went to bed (she stopped taking naps at 18 mos) and it was all talking loudly and screaming etc. It drove me up the wall. 5 minutes of quiet, that's all I wanted. Geez Louise, will you please just beee quiet for a minute. It just about had me at the ragged edge.
Now, let's put ourselves in KC's shoes for a minute on July 16th. Had a big fight with CA just a week before and stayed away from the house. Had to stay at RM's with Caylee or maybe slept in the car, etc. Then Sun the 15th she brings Caylee back so CA can take her to Mt. Dora. I'm sure KC enjoys the day away from Caylee and CA. KC gets back home that evening and CA confronts her about stealing from GGP's and maybe some of the things that Caylee told her about where they had spent their last week. Big fight ensues, shouting match, CA choking KC, Caylee's probably scared and crying. KC grabs Caylee and goes to her room and slams the door. CA and GA here them in the morning through the door of the room. CA heads to work hoping that things will cool off before she sees KC again. KC's got to maintain the charade of working so she gets Caylee dressed and gets herself dressed like she's going to work. Maybe Caylee has been whining all morning becasuse of the fight last night. KC is still very angry at CA for what happened last night. This layered upon the resentment KC feels toward Caylee and CA for the relationship that they have and that KC is no longer the center of CA and GA's universe puts KC at the ragged edge but she still maintains.
KC and Caylee head out the door until they know that GA has left for work. They double back to the house to hang out there while KC figures out what she's going to do. She puts KC down for a nap and gets on the computer. Caylee wakes up from her nap at 3:00 pm approx and starts in on KC with the whining, crying, the "I want CiCi", the "I don't like you Mommy, I want CiCi" (my DD uses that one when I have to discipline her. I don't like you Daddy, I want Momma). KC's probably telling her to shut up and be quiet. KC's feeling that increase in external and internal pressure, getting madder and madder and madder. The madder KC gets the more distraught Caylee becomes until KC can't take anymore and snaps. She throws Caylee on Caylee's bed and puts a pillow over her head to shut her up. She is so furious and out of control she doesn't realize that Caylee has stopped fighting and moving. She let's go of the pillow and storms out of the room to cool off. A couple of minutes later she comes back in and realizes that Caylee's not moving or breathing. Now, any normal person would have gone to pieces, grabbed the phone, dialed 911, made a hysterical call for help and been totally overcome with grief at what she had done in a blind rage. She wouldn't have been the first parent to do this, she won't be the last.
Now is where the real KC comes to life. Instead of calling 911 and getting help for her precious baby, that is laying there lifeless and dealing with whatever consequences there are, she goes into KC mode. After all, it's kept her out of trouble so far in life. I'm sure the first thing that went through her mind was "Oh chit! Mom's going to be pi$$ed". After all, it's CA she fears the most. So, what to do, what to do. Since she can't think more than 10 minutes ahead at anyone time, she throws Caylee in the trunk wrapped in a comforter from Caylees bed set. Takes a bit to compose herself and heads over to TonE's at about 4:28 pm. She's enough of a sociopath that she can totally block out what just happened and smooch on TonE as the look for videos at Blockbuster.
She does think about it some. She knows that she can't leave Caylee in the trunk of the car forever. So on the 18th of June she comes back to the house, backs her car up in the garage and figures that she'll bury Caylee in the back yard and problem solved, for now. She opens the trunk and makes the discovery that bodies start to really decompose over the course of 2 1/2 days. So she grabs a trash bag, and even though it is really icky, stuffs Caylee and the comforter in the bag. Now I'm sure while doing this, the body became visible and KC became totally weirded out by a dead, decomposing Caylee looking at her with open eyes and bloated rotting skin so she grabs a roll of duct tape (she probably had latex gloves on, since CA's a nurse, probably had some in the garage by the washer/dryer in case she ever had to wash something icky that she got into at work). Anyhow, KC grabs the roll of duct tape and starts wrapping it around Caylee's head so she doesn't have to look at her face. She then stuffs Caylee in the bag and carries her out to the back yard and sets her down. She starts to dig but soon realizes this is hard work and she can't break a sweat, she's meeting TonE later. So she carries the bag back into the garage and tosses it in the trunk on top of all the other junk that gets stored in a 22 y/o's trunk. Takes a shower, washes her clothes, dumps the clean clothes in the back seat (think gray stripped pants) and returns the shovel to the neighbor.
She leaves the house and heads over to TonE's. So far everything is working ok. The plastic bag is containing the smell for now, she's bought herself some time to think of what to do. Fast forward a couple of days later. She's still driving around with Caylee in the trunk. The smell is still being contained by the plastic bags, maybe just a slight whiff every once in a while. Then, "Oh, carp!" She runs out of gas. She calls TonE to come pick her up. She knows that she can get a couple of gas cans from GA's shed. She has TonE drive her to the house where she breaks into the shed and steals the gas cans. Fuels up the car, throws the cans in the trunk and she's on her way. GA gets home, sees the shed has been broken into and calls 911 to report a theft. THis is June 24th.
The next day KC starts to notice that the car is starting to really stink. She finds a secluded spot and checks the trunk. She finds that the gas cans in the trunk have pokes a hole in the bag and decomp juice is running out into the trunk. What to do, what to do. She gets another garbage bag and double bags the first bag and tosses in everything that got contaminated, like Caylees book, pictures, clothes, doll clothes, etc. Seals that bag and drives to Suburban Drive. She goes down all the way to the end and turns around. She's looking for a place to dump the body. It may even be dark now. All the areas she see's on the south side of Suburban have too much grass until she gets nearer to Hopespring. She finds the spot, opens the trunk, gets the bag out, takes a couple of steps into the underbrush (she knows not to go too far, she grew up here and knows what can be in that brush), she starts swinging the bag back and forth and lets the back fly into the heavy brush about 15 feet off the road. That 10 minute problem is solved. She heads to TonE's to get ready to go to Fusian. This is turning out pretty ok. Kid's gone, I get to shack up with my BF and I don't have to put up with my parents.
Ooops, next problem. The car stinks and it stinks bad. She takes a trash bag from TonE's and throws it in the trunk to maybe work on the claim that it's rotting garbage that smell that bad. She has to try and clean it but nah that would be too much work. After all, she's got a tatoo to think about.
June 27th. The car really stinks. No way she's going to be able to clean this. She tried cleaning it at CA and GA's but again, it was too much work. She has been mentioning to Amy H about the stink and claims that its the squirrels. She says screw this cleaning thing. I've just had a light bulb moment. I'll get rid of the car. She grabs some groceries from Casa d' Anthony and heads toward TonE's Now remember she's been developing the Nanny story to explain to TonE and her friends where Caylee has been. Whether it runs out of gas at Amscot or she choses to just park it there, she abandons it there with the hopes that it will be stolen and never recovered. Or if it is recovered, she can work it into the Zanny kidnapping story. She calls TonE to come pick her up, makes some excuse that the car broke down and her dad will get it and have it fixed explaining why she is just leaving it there. She never expected that the car would be towed. She just knew it would get stolen. Right? Again, never thinks things through.
Every thing goes along fine. She's living "Bella Vida". She's bummed that she didn't get to go to PR with her friends but she consoles herself by going on a shopping spree at AH's expense. Doesn't ever think that Amy will come back from PR and find the $700 missing. Never thinks that far ahead. All she knows is that she has some hip new sun glasses and a couple of killer new bras from that fine clothier "Tar~get~" (You get the pronunciation.
The "Bella Vida" continues until GA and CA get the notice about the car. She sits at TonE's, without a care in the world. She assumes that the nightmares will stop soon. She's making plans to get out of town and go west to Calif to be with MH if things get too hot around Orlando. She's just got to put some fundage together. She wonder's how much money TonE's got?
Knock, knock. Whose's there? Amy. Amy, who. "It's gonna take an amy to pull me off of you if you don't tell me where Caylee is" says CA. The jig is up. No time for plan C. Straight to plan Z. Lie, lie, deny, deny. Here's my convoluted, makes no sense in a backward sort of way, I'm really everyones greatest resource, Zanny did it story that she feeds to CA. Under her breath she's enjoying seeing how upset CA is. How's this workin' for ya, Mom?? Guess who's the spiteful beotch now, Mom. Your never going to see your precious little Caylee again and I'm going to watch you squirm and cry about it forever. Because if you give me just one more day, like I'm asking. I'll be gone forever and I'll just say that I have Caylee with me. (Don't know where I would go...I don't think that far ahead).
What? You'll call my bluff and call the cops?? Go ahead. I've devised the perfect story. They'll be out chasing leads on Zanny the nanney for years while I play the role of greif stricken mother whose child was ripped away from her by Zenaida Fernandez-Gonzoles-Rodrequez-Morales-Conchita-Bonita and her evil sister Samantha. I've got it all worked out, Mom. There will probably even be a movie on Lifetime about it. It will be a national news story. I'll be in the spotlight. Everyone will pay attention to me, like it should be. Absolutely! In my gut, I feel it.
Ooops. I guess the police aren't bumpling idiots like on TV. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Hey...that Hose A is kinda cute. Do you know, is he married? (he's married and a horrible lawyer says someone in the cell block).
Oh Mr. Handsome Defense Attorney..... would you be my lawyer please. I'll really make it worth your while. Wink, wink!
That's my saga and I'm sticking to it. It all fits, it's all very logical and it's all very KC. THe circus that takes off from there is driven by the Anthony family and the media and continues to this day. If she had just put Caylee in her bedroom, closed the door, went outside and took a 10 minute time out to cool off (like the rest of us in the normal world do), little Caylee would be alive and would be enjoying playing with all the Christmas presents she would have just got. She might have even grown up and found the cure for cancer. We'll never know. KC is a spiteful beotch!
