They eat cereal from between couch cushions, “miss” the potty, and put peanut butter in their pockets to save for later.
I don’t even know how we escaped. I’m surprised we’re not still playing that game today.
The best I can do is come storming back down the hallway mumbling about, “Freakin’ socks and this house.”
It was the day that she nearly made me laugh so hard that coffee came out of my nose
The turkey is gobbled and the pumpkins are mulch. You’re allowed to decorate. It’s OK now.
You never realize how much of your life isn’t kid friendly until you find yourself tasked with being friendly to kids.