On Sunday, I prepared our taxes, did three loads of laundry, read one newspaper and half a magazine, and prepared a soup for the slow-cooker. For most of the time, the kids were running wild with three neighbor children. It wasn’t until I happened to walk by the upstairs bathroom after the kids were in bed that I realized what had kept them so busy.
Not shown: 1 pair teeny pink stilettos on the bathmat.
Photo taken with my Palm Pre Plus
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That’s hilarious. And creepy.
OMG. I’m glad my kid is asleep next to me, and not reading over my shoulder, because she would be oh so jealous because she only has one Barbie, and it’s not even a human Barbie, “I want a human Barbie, Mama, with legs”, it’s a mermaid. Gah.
Haha! I hope it’s a scene I never run across!
Made me think of a favorite Shel Silverstein poem. It goes like this:
There’s too many kids in this tub.
There’s too many elbows to scrub.
I just washed a behind that I’m sure wasn’t mine.
There’s too many kids in this tub.
Make sure you have some hangover meds ready for the morning, that looks like a wild night. Oof.
Oh gawd. You’re saying that this is what I have to look forward to, aren’t you. Aren’t you?!
I’m afraid.
I see the only two men found each other. Ain’t that the way it is?
AWESOME.