Clay comes into the room with a baseball bat and an ice scraper.
Me: What's that?
Clay: It's my baseball bat and my baseball.
Me: I don't think so.
A few minutes later...
Clay: Mom, where are those rocks?
Me: What rocks?
Clay: The ones that were in the bathroom sink.
Me: Daddy took them somewhere. We don't keep rocks in the house.
Clay: But Mo-om, I needed those rocks to be my golf balls! I'm gonna count to 3 and you need to call Daddy and tell him that you don't take away children's rocks.
Side note: He probably had more to say but this is when I interrupted him to remind him of the rules in the house and who does the counting around here. Needless to say, he won't be playing baseball with ice scrapers or golf with rocks in the living room (or anywhere else) anytime soon.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
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