One day last week, I was in our front room doing something terribly important on the computer (I’m sure) while the boys played nicely in various parts of the house.
I appreciate their ability to play on their own, however, I do keep a close ear on where they are and what they might be up to.
I guess my ear wasn’t so sharp this day. Ricky calmly walked into the room and nicely said, “Momma, Tommy and Rusty are eating fish food.”
I was a bit less calm as I rushed to end the feeding frenzy.
They smelled like fish food for the rest of the day.
I hate that smell.
They didn’t seem to mind.