Justice's Latest Hijinks

I swear, I should just rename my blog The Justice Story or something like that. What am I going to do with this kid? I was in the other room feeding the baby, and Justice was in the kitchen throwing a big bowl full of blackberries all over the place. This may be his worst mess ever. Luckily the only things that it stained were things that I was going to paint anyway.

The other day, Justice came up to me and handed me a steak knife saying something about "in the basement." I figured that one of the other kids had left a steak knife in the basement, and he was returning it to me. (We keep the steak knives on top of the fridge, and since the dishwasher is now installed, rather than on rollers like it used to be, he can't reach the top of the fridge.) A while later, I went into the basement to find that Justice had poked about a million holes in our downstairs couch with the steak knife. They are all over the thing. There must be at least 100 holes. That's scary, a two year old with a steak knife. *Shudder*

On a lighter note, Bruce gave all of the children father's blessings the night before they started school again. Justice was apparently impressed with this, because he has since been going around pretending to give Clayton and himself blessings. That reminds me of a story:

My dad says that his sisters used to play baptism with their dolls. They would dig a hole in the yard, fill it up with water and say "...in the name of the Father, the Son, and in the hole you go!" as they threw their dolls into to muddy water.