Aylee
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ORIGINAL: sirsholly So...last night the LoudOne earned the honor of being in time-out until he is 43. I went to the grocery store and took his lil fanny with me. When we got home i was unloading the car, getting the mail, and trying to keep an eye on him. I told him, in no uncertain terms, not to ge down to the chicken coop. So..i have six bags of groceries in each hand, the mail in my mouth, and what do i see but his lil butt scampering off to the chicken coop? I was mad enough to spit mails, drop the groceries and take off after him. By the time i got down there, the LO had entered the coop, scared the shit out of the chickens, and run out of the other side...heading back up to the house. The only thing left in the coop when i got there was a group of pissed off chickens. So...back up to the house. The little guy was happily sitting on the steps waiting for me, looking like a little wee angel. I picked him up, carried him into the house and sat him in his time-out chair while i got the rest of the groceries. When i was done we talked about why he was in time out, promises were made to never do it again (riiiiight), and hugs were exchanged. Done and over with...right? Wrong!! It seems while he was in the chicken coop, he paused to pick up a few eggs (3). When he ran back to the house he put the afore mentioned eggs in my purse. I had no idea he did this, so i did what i normally do and threw my purse onto the kitchen table, then onto the floor.....you get the idea Holly. . . I think that you should take a few years off, as he waited until he was at home to act up, instead of doing so in the store!
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Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam I don’t always wgah’nagl fhtagn. But when I do, I ph’nglui mglw’nafh R’lyeh.
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