“Stop putting grapes in the flowers!”
And, as if that wasn’t enough:
“No! No goldfish either!”
Thankfully, I was talking crackers.
Apparently daffodils make irresistible cups for small bits of lunch that you are no longer interested in eating. And, to be clear, it wasn’t the daffodils I was worried about so much as the vase, an as of yet unbroken wedding gift. I refer you to The Anarchist 2.0 and the Goldfish to refresh your memory as to the nature of my concern. But I’ll give you a hint.
Kids are masters at wreckin’ it.
Fortunately, due to my new “No grapes in flowers rule,” the vase is safe… for now.
I love this series of posts! Thank you for sharing you help me feel like my life is normal just like yours!
I’m glad you like them I always like to hear your stories too!
you need to write a book — I know it would be a best seller!
You are too nice. 🙂
Yep. I have my own variation of this syndrome. It’s called, “Holy s%*t!. I sound like my father!”
I thought you had dogs? isn’t that where leftovers are supposed to go? 🙂
Supposed to being the imperative word there! Although to be technical they are supposed to go to the chickens- but sometimes the dogs get there first too.
That made me actually laugh out loud :p Kids have the strangest notions of what counts as normal 😝
Yup, right up until we mothers squash their fun with new ridiculous made up rules! 🙂
Only a mother of small children can say such things and not be considered a loony. 🙂 By the way, your flowers are gorgeous.