I could be wrong but I’m pretty sure all that clean laundry was sitting on the sofa nicely folder when I left the room to answer the phone.
This innocent bystander didn’t see a thing.
He didn’t see this happen either but was caught red handed with a safety scissor and newly ventilated pants.
I still think Crayola includes the white crayon in the 24 packs just to send pre-schoolers over the edge. They go ballistic when they get the white crayon that “doesn’t work”.
The kids have treated me to a knock down drag out fight every morning this week. I don’t know how a discussion about Mickey Mouse can make tempers flare like that. One fight was because Jake wanted Amber to be Cubby and she wanted to be Izzy when they were playing Jake and The Pirates. I can understand why she didn’t want to be Cubby but she couldn’t just pretend to be Izzy? Amber retaliated by renaming Jake’s hamster “Sartorius” so it would be hard for him to say. Another fight was because someone was touching the counter.
Jake and I were playing a game and he told me to “be the lady”. I asked him how I should “be the lady”. He considered it for a minute and told me “um, well, you just be the mommy”. I guess there is no hope for me to ever “be the lady”.
I never thought I would have to say “if you hit the china cabinet with the lacrosse stick one more time….” How did it ever get so out of control? We don’t have china and don’t play lacrosse!
It should go without saying to any husband, ahem, not to use the kitchen plastic food storage containers to house the crawdads you found in the creek. Men never throw away a container that could possibly be used in the garage. Why can we not just use those so I can stop imaging all the leftovers smelling all crawdaddy-ish?
Did you notice our coffee table doesn’t have a top? Turns out glass top tables and two year old emulating scenes from Wipeout don’t go well together.