Note to self:
Never leave a one year old alone with a putty knife and a bucket of dry-wall mud -even if you sort of closed the lid, but not all the way. Mud on the windows, the piano, in his mouth, down his legs and arms, on the freshly painted wall in the other room.
And, when I was taking the laudry out of the washing machine, I found a night crawler, still alive inside. That's what I get for having boys!
Storytime: Breaking Bones - When I was in third grade, I wanted nothing more than to break a bone. I didn't care if it was a foot, leg, wrist, or arm--I just wanted an injury that wou...
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