I love my children. I love my children. I love my children. I really, really do.
They wait. They behave themselves. They play quietly and well, together. I sneak off to a different room, out of easy earshot, to spend five minutes on housework. Next thing I know?
CRASH!!! "NO! GET OUTA MY ROOM!!" *screams*
Pixie screeches "OUCH!"
Five minutes. Five freakin' minutes.
And in that five minutes, they each get sent to their own rooms, to stay until supper.
So much for having them help me with laundry.
50 minutes ago
I know some Gypsies who steal children. I'll give them a call for you. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI am...more tempted than usual.
Delete"The Ransom of Red Chief" comes to mind.
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