And let's face it, if Country Girl is hesitating sharing, it must be bad..cause she shares it all.
It all started this morning with breakfast. The Boy Twerps are in the I WANT TO DO IT MYSELF stage. Which translates to momma language as BIG OL MESS. But I am embracing their birth into independence so I allow them to TRY to make their own breakfast.
Which ended up as ...No, I pour it...No, I pour it...No, me...No, me ... and ended like this...I tell you this is a boy thing. If I would have had two girls pouring themselves cereal they would have poured for eight and had a formal place setting and used cloth napkins and sugar bowls and gourmet coffee....Oh, how I long for girls.
Fine, fine...at least their was no milk. I instructed them to pick it up, place it in the bowl and put it in the trash. And then I left this progect...unsupervided...Gulp.Not only were they placing it back into the container...they were eating it off the floor...GROSS!
But you know what, it is not the end of the world -- cause I mop my floors with disinfectant at least 8,421 times a day. And I iron my sheets and pillow cases.
But this was really okay. Really. But then...then...
I heard Baby Twerp screaming...No, No. Run, Run. And it was one of those panicked voices so I ran into the room to see Middle Twerp with the guiltiest look EV-ER on his face and I just looked at him and he said the worst, grossest, most horrific six little words ever. EV-ER.
i. did. not. pee. on. him.
Anytime a four-year-old says they did not do something, it is their inner conscience cleansing itself from all shame and guilt.
So I said calmly.. Show me where you did not pee.I am just sayin...I did not sign up for this. I want sugar bowls and cloth napkins. gag.