No, I'm not talking about some Halloween spook.
Rather, my scariest moments lately are when I walk into a room and immediately Adana yells, "Sorry mom!" . . . before I even have a chance to see what she's done this time, and before I can give her the that-was-naughty look.
It's already happened twice today. (The first time, she'd pee'd on the floor. The second time, she'd painted all over Jared's science book. Inside. On each page - bright swashes of red & green & blue.)
If it happens a third time, I just might SCREAM like a banshee! Or, more likely, we'll both go take a nap.
Rather, my scariest moments lately are when I walk into a room and immediately Adana yells, "Sorry mom!" . . . before I even have a chance to see what she's done this time, and before I can give her the that-was-naughty look.
It's already happened twice today. (The first time, she'd pee'd on the floor. The second time, she'd painted all over Jared's science book. Inside. On each page - bright swashes of red & green & blue.)
If it happens a third time, I just might SCREAM like a banshee! Or, more likely, we'll both go take a nap.
2 comments:
I hear that too around here. Sorry mom! I said SORRY!!
geesh.
Those have to be the two scariest words to hear from your children...especially without knowing what is going on. Precious...simply precious. :)
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