Okay. The trouble with kids is that you never know what trouble they're going to get into. Do not turn your back around a very nosy two year old. I mean it. Don't even go pee.
About fifteen minutes ago my two year old told me it was "Dewty (Dirty) Momma". I see this horrible look on his face like he just sucked an over salted lemon. I turn around and see this little thing in the floor. Yep...It's cat poo. Conner has stuck a piece of cat poo in his mouth. Fortunately, there was no chewing involved. I'm still not sure if he got it out of the litter box on his own or if the dog was having a snack, which she is well known to do. I'm voting on the dog, seeing as how the litter box is hidden away in a corner between two bookshelves to help discourage the boys from messing with it. So far, neither has EVER touched the darn thing because I have constantly ingrained in them how "shewy" the litter box is.
None of this includes what will happen after my four year old comes home from school. I have two very wonderful boys...when they're alone. Together, it's like piss and vinegar. They instigate things with each other. If the baby isn't hitting the big one, then the big one is hitting the baby. When they're alone they both behave and listen and even...wait for it....use their manners. Shock. I know.
Now, I have to leave to get my four year old, Hayden, from school. I'm getting a tension headache just thinking about it.
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