Sunday, March 4, 2012
Seriously?
Today, while we were watching the U-M basketball game (yes, I know we were not watching our kids and this is what happens), Vance came up from the basement and said Owen was getting into trouble. I went downstairs to find the toilet plugged with an entire roll of toilet paper. Seriously?? Why? It just doesn't make sense the things he does sometimes. And, the worst part is that Vance didn't come to tell us until Owen had used the entire roll. Peter said he thinks that Vance likes to see how far Owen will go before he tells on him. I cannot believe he is only three years old and we have many more years of this. Sigh :(
Brownies
Last weekend, I made brownies, but we didn't end up eating them because Kate & Neil came up and brought homemade Snicker's. I decided to put them on top of the cupboards because Morley, our food shark, was sniffing around them.
On Sunday, Peter and I were in the basement putting together our budget for the month when we heard what sounded like a bunch of mischief coming from the kitchen. Peter said Owen was probably getting into something (surprise, surprise) and I said I'd check on him when we were done. A few minutes later I come out of the office and see Owen innocently playing with his cars in the basement. Ruh-roh.
When I get upstairs, there is Morley and he has eaten the entire pan of brownies. Owen got them down from on top of the cupboards, ate some of them (if the chocolate on his face was any indication), and then left them on the counter because he couldn't put them back up. Then, he had the nerve to tell us he "tried" to put them back. He didn't understand that he shouldn't have touched them in the first place.
Fast forward one day and Peter decides to make a new batch of brownies since we didn't get to eat the other ones. Owen, while he was alone in the kitchen, opened the oven door and took a spoonful of the not yet ready brownies out of the middle of the pan and was just about to put it in his mouth when Peter caught him. Peter was furious and sent Owen to his room. I went to talk to him and explain why his dad was upset, how he can't just open the hot oven door and stick his hand inside, etc. I told him he needed to say sorry to his dad. He yelled, "I don't like saying sorry" and slammed his bedroom door.
Awesome.
On Sunday, Peter and I were in the basement putting together our budget for the month when we heard what sounded like a bunch of mischief coming from the kitchen. Peter said Owen was probably getting into something (surprise, surprise) and I said I'd check on him when we were done. A few minutes later I come out of the office and see Owen innocently playing with his cars in the basement. Ruh-roh.
When I get upstairs, there is Morley and he has eaten the entire pan of brownies. Owen got them down from on top of the cupboards, ate some of them (if the chocolate on his face was any indication), and then left them on the counter because he couldn't put them back up. Then, he had the nerve to tell us he "tried" to put them back. He didn't understand that he shouldn't have touched them in the first place.
Fast forward one day and Peter decides to make a new batch of brownies since we didn't get to eat the other ones. Owen, while he was alone in the kitchen, opened the oven door and took a spoonful of the not yet ready brownies out of the middle of the pan and was just about to put it in his mouth when Peter caught him. Peter was furious and sent Owen to his room. I went to talk to him and explain why his dad was upset, how he can't just open the hot oven door and stick his hand inside, etc. I told him he needed to say sorry to his dad. He yelled, "I don't like saying sorry" and slammed his bedroom door.
Awesome.
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