Within the last hour, my youngest son has gotten into my canisters again and dumped out sugar and flour all over the place, poured about a gallon of his bathwater onto the floor, peed on my bed, broken a large glass pumpkin decoration, and dumped out the dog food all over the floor. Additionally the following crises were averted: He was getting into the oven (it wasn't turned on), I saved the eggs from his hands, and he was carrying the paint cans around the house and standing on them (luckily they didn't come open). All this within an hours time.
Oh, by the way! This is my 100th post on this blog! Happy 100th to me! What do you, my wonderful readers think? Am I doing good? Is this the most wonderful blog that you've ever read? Am I fishing for a compliment? Am I a dork?
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