Last night, I'm upstairs giving Babyman a bath. The boys had been sitting at the table coloring when I went upstairs. No problem, right? After Babyman is clean, I go downstairs to check on them. I hear the water dispenser on the refrigerator door running as I walk downstairs. "Hmmm. . .", I think. Mr. Sweetcheeks, soaked to the skin, is standing proudly in the middle of a massive puddle on the kitchen floor.
"Look, Mommy!" He says, grinning, "It's a lake!"
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This afternoon I managed to put a roast in the crock pot before we left for a birthday party. When we got back home, I opened the door to a deliciously fragrant house. Just as I am basking in a self-congratulatory glow (feeling like such a great Mom and housewife), Littleman walks in and demands, "What STINKS??"
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