Mystery Boy–Puts some sort of liquid into our CD player. Not sure if it was water or pee, really really hoping it was water.
Sweet Boy#3–I find the Hunky Hubby’s genuine horse hair drafting brush (for tidying architectural drawings) sunken into a jar of organic peanut butter.
Sweet Boy#1–Is patting and loving on Shamu our dog, making sure that he has treats and hugs. “I want to take care of him with Daddy gone.”
Sweet Boy#2–Pretends that a bunch of cans from the cupboard are bullies and that he is a container of syrup that is beating them up.
Momma–“Are you rescuing people from the bullies?”
Sweet Boy#2–“No, I’m just bashing the bullies heads together.”
I notice a suspicious red footprint on the carpet. I look closer and see that there is an entire trail of red footprints leading in a circle around the living room, into the kitchen, and into the dinning room where there is a large puddle of red food coloring under the table. All I had to do was look at the bottoms of his feet to catch Sweet Boy#2 red footed.
Sweet Boy #3–Watches his older brother crying because I had said it was Sweet Boy#3’s turn to dip the teabag first. And my little sweetie gives his brother the teabag and tells him that he can dip first.