So here I am at the end of my first day of vacation. How did I do you ask? Well my day began at 8:30 instead of 5:00 so that was a plus already. Then I made the boys fresh eggs and homemade cinnamon french toast. They were ooh-ing and ahh-ing over their meal. Then I lounged and relaxed. Then relaxed and lounged. You get the idea. One could get really used to this. It could be a dangerous thing to be off.
Matthew did have a mommy- blond moment and is in bed as we speak. What did the little guy do you ask to receive such punishment, Well try taking the rod off of his bedroom shade to kill a fly. When the said fly landed on his shade, did he stop to think of the effect? No of coarse not. He is six. So then he found it necessary to come fetch mommy and have a full confession delivered before we made it to his room, complete with tears and holding his bottom, saying " you're gonna be mad". I had to hold in the chuckles because I can remember doing such a thing to our roll up shades with the wooden slat that weighed the bottom of the shade down. I remember hitting it, it ripping, and me trying to get the stupid thing to roll up before mom and dad found it. I figured that I had a 50/50 % chance that I would be hit. There were two of us! Matthew just tells on himself. Needless to say we will be buying a replacement shade in the near future.
OR! my little hands no where near my butt cause my older sister set me up and I was unprepared! You could have at least told me to run Sarah!
Posted by: Susan | April 02, 2008 at 07:04 PM
The phrase "painfully honest" really applies when it comes to an incident of crime/confession/punishment/go to your room!
I can see little hands covering strategic body parts, trying toward off a spanking.
Posted by: ol Doc | April 02, 2008 at 10:41 AM