Lest you think my kids are perfect angels, I'm going to share with you a bit of truth this morning.
What's that you say? You didn't think my kids were perfect angels? What gave me away?
Could it have been this scrapbook page:
...the one where I chronicled a time during our first move when Ethan got a hold of an entire roll of raffle tickets and unraveled them all on his own? He really was so happy with himself.
Or perhaps it was this one that clued you in...
...in which I chronicled a litany of Ethan's escapades, from unrolling (and flushing) an entire roll of toilet paper... he overflowed the toilet in our carpeted bathroom two houses ago. That was fun.
Obviously these pages are kind of old, and while Ethan now knows better than to do these things, you'll be happy to know he's still up to his old tricks.
I found this on the counter this morning:
A picture is worth a thousand words, they say.
What do you think? Can you see what I'm up against here?
