It may be of interest to know that I have not forgotten about the competition I devised. I’ve been busy lazy putting it off. I have everything on my possession and plan on announcing the winner tomorrow.
I don’t have much else to say other than Ian put a massive damper on the day when he lunged his tractor wheel axle at my one of my large, dark brown storage cubes in the living room (after a stern warning) and punctured it. I’ve only had them 4 months. *heaving sigh*
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Hope today is much, much better! 🙂
They are boys. And boys being boys means, among other things, that your storage cube gets added to the growing ‘list’ of things broken, mangled and otherwise rendered useless by ‘Boys’. By the time they’re 21 …….
As a boy, my moms warnings were treated more like guidelines. As a husband, I find that my wifes warnings are a guideline (to healthy living).
Don’t you just love boys! They love to take all challenges seriously. And, seem to find great humor in pushing the limits.
I hope you are doing better. I’ve been thinking about you!
i found that my daughter was the one that was always (unintentionally) breaking things, not my son. we said she was our ‘little tornado’ because of the path of destruction and chaos she always left behind her.
I still have dents in some walls where my son (now 14yo) literally bounced off of them when he was little. Boys! Gotta love ’em!