« Blargh | Main | Accomplish My Going Forth »

March 04, 2010


Feed You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.

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.

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.

The comments to this entry are closed.