If you are thinking, "She didn't really call her child a turd, did she?" Yeah, I did. I teach by example! (Just wait for the post on just how :). While I quickly (really I didn't take a long time!) put my blog back together Jace did this:
And this: The top one would be the leftovers of Sunday's hard-boiled eggs. Such a mess. And now our house smells like a huge fart- as if we needed any more help with that. (For crying out loud almost every time one of our kids toots Jeff says "Yeah. He's a Tremayne." But I digress.)
And then the 2nd would be when he got hold of a sharpie and went to town. I was gonna ask if anyone had any suggestions for how to get that out, but those handy magic erasers did the job. I really ought to stock up on those in food storage.
I know I might make my 2nd son sound like kind of a monster. He's not a monster. That would be silly! Monsters don't exist. He's a nightmare. No really I love my son. He's a sweetheart. And he's just really, really active. Sorta like how Dennis The Menace is active. Sigh.