I drug my youngest inside after he dashed out onto our porch wearing absolutely nothing from the waist down. As I tromped up the stairs I told his father: “Look how he went outside!” At which my sweet three-year-old confessed: “I went on the porch without boots on!”
Sweet Boy#3–Had eaten half way through a red popsicle and I looked over to find him absentmindedly twisting the partially exposed popsicle stick in his ear. I questioned him and he explained: “I’m cleaning mine ear out.” Sadly I know where he got this, the Hunky Hubby will occasionally clean out his own ear with his car keys, ugh!
Sweet Boy#2–Shot Sweet Boy#3 with his rolled up tortilla and got ketchup in his hair.
The winner this week was actually experienced by the Hunky Hubby. I ran down in the car to pick up Sweet Boy#1 from the bus stop. Sweet Boy#3 had an accident and so The Hunky Hubby put the undies in the potty to soak and the boys into the tub to soak. An excellent plan. However, he was briefly distracted by something…and Sweet Boy#2 had to go potty, so he removed them from the toilet and proceeded to go, wherein Sweet Boy#3 got a hold of the undies and set upon the room in a wild warlike frenzy using the unclean undies like a whirling mace. It was a harrowing experience indeed. But the nice thing was that by the time I got back, The Hunky Hubby already had Sweet Boy#3 disciplined and Sweet Boy#2 working on the bathroom with a spray bottle and paper towel. Yeah Hunky Hubby! Although as Anne with an “E” would say it: “He was in high dungeon”.