Last night, my Mom came over to visit before my girl's night out at Beth Patton's home. We were all having a jolly old time. Squeege was playing around with his Meme's new puppy, an adorable teacup yorkie named Baby, who is no bigger than my hand.
But then, for a second, the chaos died down. It was eerily quiet. I walked into my bedroom, and this is what I found.
Squeege took out my nail polish bag and gave himself a pedicure. For a toddler, he did a surprisingly good job. There are only a few spots of red nail polish on our white carpet, and they're definitely never coming out.
But that's not where it ends. We threw him in the bath tub, and Meme jokingly asked Evan if Baby could take a bath with him. While the water was filling up, we went into the living room to check on Garrett. And then it got quiet again. I walked into our bedroom, and I heard an evil laugh coming out of the bathroom.
All Mom could hear was, "Oh no," as I walked in on Squeege giggling at a struggling puppy in the bathtub with him. Her head was barely above the water, and she was clawing at the side of the tub, desperately trying to get out. Apparently, Squeege had gotten out of the tub, thrown Baby in, and then gotten back in with her.
And why is it that I'm always late to everything???? Oh yeah, that's right. Because my oldest son is a total nutjob.
2 comments:
His toes honestly look about as good as they would had I done them. I'm impressed. The blog is hilarious, Heather. Well done.
Heather your fam is freakin' awesome! You guys rock :) AND when Squeege is older and "too cool" paleeeze show these pics to him! XOXO
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