Me: Son, Why are you taking your socks off?
W: I like to wiggle my toes and I can't see them through my socks.
All about the life of a work from home mom. I'll share the crazy things my son says, some funny stories, recipes, and well... whatever I want. Cause it's my blog.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
W got his Easter basket full of plastic eggs with candy. I told him that he was not to eat the candy until after dinner. He informed me that he just wanted to look at the eggs. Ok fine.
A few minutes later, I walk into the room, and I see chocolate smeared across his face. I assumed he'd eaten a peice or two, so I took the basket away.
Later that evening, my husband and I were emptying the eggs for future use, and this is what we found:
He had taken a bite of every peice in the basket.
A few minutes later, I walk into the room, and I see chocolate smeared across his face. I assumed he'd eaten a peice or two, so I took the basket away.
Later that evening, my husband and I were emptying the eggs for future use, and this is what we found:
He had taken a bite of every peice in the basket.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Busted!
We've had a problem with W getting out of bed at night at sitting on the top of the stairs to watch tv.
One particular night, my husband and I sat down to watch a documentary about Grizzly Bears. Don't ask me why, that's another blog for another time.
Anyway, the next morning at breakfast, W informs us that they make trash cans that bears can not get into.
Husband: "Oh really? How did you know that? Were you watching the tv last night?"
W: "Uh... no. I have super hearing. I could hear it from my bed."
Me: "Are you sure you want to stick with that story?"
Several hours later, he came clean that he'd been watching from the top of the stairs.
One particular night, my husband and I sat down to watch a documentary about Grizzly Bears. Don't ask me why, that's another blog for another time.
Anyway, the next morning at breakfast, W informs us that they make trash cans that bears can not get into.
Husband: "Oh really? How did you know that? Were you watching the tv last night?"
W: "Uh... no. I have super hearing. I could hear it from my bed."
Me: "Are you sure you want to stick with that story?"
Several hours later, he came clean that he'd been watching from the top of the stairs.
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