The kids found the packets of “Sweet-n-Low.” Mr. Boy is now addicted to ripping them open with his teeth and the Little Lady insists on pouring them into her little wooden pot of “chicken soup.”
I’m done.
Mr. Boy realized there is ONE kitchen cabinet without a child-lock . . .and realized that bottles of oil and seasonings are fun to play with. My kitchen now smells like Fish Sauce.
I’m done.
The Little Lady finally has enough upper body strength to open the freezer but, apparently, not enough upper body strength to close the freezer.
I’m done.
Max the Dog decided that he’s tired of chewing on his toys and raided the dishwasher (silly Mommy left it open when she raced across the house to rescue a certain little boy who believes he’s a rock climber). One teeth-mark ridden cup and one teeth-mark ridden bottle later . . .
I’m done.
Mr. Boy has learned to raise the toilet lid.
I’m done.
The Little Lady received the gift from our YMCA — the gift that keeps on giving: LICE.
I’m DONE.
