You walk into the kitchen and realize something's off. Only to further investigate and realize that the step stool is out and you did not put it at that awkward angle. Then you see that the toaster is moved. Thank goodness it was unplugged and nothing was in it. Just a bunch of crumbs over the counter. Whew! Then you realize that the infant ibuprofen suspension is open. Crap. How did a four-year old get that off?! Moving over the rest of the counter you will find the core from the apple at lunch is cut up into little pieces with the cheese slicer, the lock for the gym sitting right next to the tape measure that's been missing for a month, and the pencil sharpener for your eye liner is next to the cut up apple core. What the?!
How do you know a boy lives in your house?
4 comments:
Sounds like a Mini Tom!! Hope you guys have a good Thanksgiving!
I know a boy lives in my house when I go out on a date or girls night (random occurences) and I open my purse to find 4 matchbox/hot wheels cars, a broken pencil and a leapster game.
At home I know there's boys because I have duplo legos all over in my hamper, my make-up drawers and my head bands mysteriously missing only to find them in their closets or toy boxes.
sigh...gotta love a boy!!
Constant shooting and explosion noises all day long. That's how I know a boy lives in my house!
Your awesome Meg. I mean, there are no words but that same thing happens to my every day!
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