Mom Always Said, "Don't Play Ball in the House."

My kids don't always have the best ideas. Or sometimes they have good ideas, but the execution of their ideas leaves something to be desired. I made a list of a few examples in an attempt to show my older kids just how their best laid plans, sometimes don't work out so well. Please, feel free to use this as a teaching tool with your own children.

Good idea - making up games to play with younger siblings
Bad idea - taking off every couch cushion and dragging out every blanket in order to play game
Really bad idea - tying blankets to and stacking cushions by the front door, prohibiting anyone from entering your house

Good idea - writing and illustrating a book to read to siblings
Bad idea - soaking pages of book in pickle juice to give it an "aged" look
Really bad idea - putting the pages in the microwave to dry (this is a really, REALLY bad idea)

Good idea - helping mom by sweeping up the dirt mess you made on the kitchen floor
Bad idea - sweeping dirt under the rug while mom is watching
Really bad idea - lying to mom and telling her that you didn't just sweep the dirt under the rug

Good idea - making a little snack for you and your siblings
Bad idea - making homemade caramel without a recipe
Really bad idea - burning brown sugar and butter until the smoke alarms go off and then abandoning mess, leaving it for mom to clean up

Good idea - playing ball
Bad idea - in the house
Really bad idea - using glue to try to fix the vase you broke (ok, so I stole that one from the Brady Bunch)



After I made my bed this morning, my little boy came in my room, jumped on my bed and proceeded to roll himself up in my comforter. Errrr! Clayton! Look what you did to my bed! I just made it! Come out from there now!
A little voice, muffled from the confines of the comforter, said, "But I can't come out. I'm not a butterfly yet." A few seconds later, he emerged from the wrappings of my comforter and "flew" off my bed, wings arms flapping.

I was typing away on my computer this evening when my son walked into my room and said, "Mom, do you have any medicine for overgrown toes?"
I continue typing, not really paying attention. Several seconds pass until what he's asked, finally clicks in my head.
"Overgrown toes???" I look down at his feet. Sure enough, he has an "overgrown" toe, the product of a baseball stuffed into the end of his sock. I burst out laughing.
I love when they do something goofy like that out of nowhere.

Well, I'm off to watch Harry Potter with the kids. 'Night!