In the time it took me to retrieve a load of laundry from the basement, Stella pulled a glue stick off the table and whipped off its cap. She was applying it to her hair when I found her.
She is indignant that I took it away.
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March 04, 2010
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this is the story of my life when it comes to my son. (*whispers* we are still sleeping on the sheets that he drew on with a felt tip pen last week while i was wiping the heiney of my other child) whenever i have to do something out of eyeshot/earshot i first have to set him up with something very engaging, or else. he has also re-dialed ppl on my cell phone.
my daughter never did any of this type of thing.
Posted by: pnuts mama | March 04, 2010 at 04:17 PM
YIKES!
Remember to hide the scissors. I decorated my hair with a rather uneven cut when I was a kid, much to my mother's distress.
Posted by: NCSue | March 06, 2010 at 03:09 AM