Take a look at my cute little Troy. This is the kind of thing that happens when I decide I actually want to hear the person I'm talking to on the phone. I was in my bedroom, door closed; otherwise the kids are right where I'm at, yelling about who knows what. It always seems to happen when I'm on the phone, too, that they magically can't do it themselves and need help. I heard Troy outside my door, but didn't really think much of it. Then he started knocking on the door. I decided, hey, I can handle one kid in the room with me, right? Lo and behold, my eyes are met with this sight. What in the...
Well, he needed a bath anyway. And maybe he instinctively knew that, because he had climbed up to the boys' bathroom sink and covered his own head with hand soap. And not just covered, he heaped the soap on. But hey, at least it was soap, it could have been, like, poop or something.
8 comments:
What a mischief maker! I love your boys! They make me laugh! I forgot to tell you how funny I thought your trimmy trim trim was, too.
Troy is definitely trouble. Yay for being a third child! Holla!
But you are right, soap is a good thing to get "messy" with.
Oh goodness! was that why the kids were so quiet when we were on the phone!? gah!
That is so funny! I wonder at what point he decided to come get you! LOL! And what were the other boys up to?
they are so HELPFUL aren't they?? hilarious.
April-No, when you and I were on the phone they were getting Gogurts out of the fridge. This was when I was on the phone with my mom.
That silly little Troy. We should call him Titan the Second. :) But I'm pretty sure you wouldn't give Troy to a nice family in Shelley. :)
Well, I'm glad he didn't decide to do that with the Gogurt!
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