Showing posts with label Clayton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clayton. Show all posts

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Damage Control

While I clean one room, the kids trash two others. This is what I do all day.

"Hey Mom! What is this?"

"Put it back!"

"But what is it?"

"It's packing material. Now PUT IT BACK!"

So, of course, when I checked a couple minutes later, it didn't surprise me one bit to see that Clay had notsomuch put it back, but had instead (with the help of his partner-in-crime, Brooklyn), put it here...



I have no idea what possessed them to fill the sink with styrofoam. I started to scoop it out when I realized that...




the sink was also filled with water.


"What were you thinking???" I asked the kids, knowing clear well that they weren't, in fact, thinking at all. I could hear Bill Cosby's wisdom echoing through my head, Kids have brain damage!


"We were washing them, Mom!"


Ugh. I wondered, I really, truly wondered, if anything I say ever gets through their heads. Today, that question was answered for me.


Clay and Brooklyn had some friends over to play. I heard both Clay and Brooklyn telling their friends things like, "You have to put that toy away if you're done playing with it," and "You have to stay in the kitchen with your snack". I honestly can't count how many times I heard my words come out of their mouths. On the one hand, I was proud, happy, nay, beaming that they remembered my instructions and even went so far as to impart their knowledge to their friends. On the other hand, I wondered how they could remember and tell their friends not to eat in the family room when I have to remind them EVERY SINGLE DAY OF THEIR LIVES NOT TO EAT IN THE FAMILY ROOM! How is this possible? Anyone know the answer to this burning question? Anyone? Anyone at all?

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Gorillas & Kings & Blob-a-doodles, Oh My!



G stands for Gorilla, or Gargantuan arms, or odd Growths, or Gigantic spare tire...

K stands for King, or Killer, or Kriminal, or Krazy teeth. Yeah, yeah, I know, but not many words start with K! Kut me some slack, here!

and finally,

R stands for Red blob-a-doodle. I'm not sure if blob-a-doodles are naturally red or if this one is simply bleeding from the king inflicted gunshot wounds.

Yep, I'm mighty proud of Clay. You should see the farting train he drew yesterday. Puts the blob-a-doodle to shame.

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