If you were to walk into my house at this very minute you would be convinced that we are the parents of sextuplets. That would be the only logical reason for the amount of child-related items strewn from one end of the house to the other.
From my vantage point on the couch I can see: One Dora Backpack, broken crayons, at least 40 pieces of plastic foods, a train set, a chair that looks like a monkey, a chair that looks like an elephant, a blue plasma car (the pink one must be in the other room), a double stroller, a Thomas the Train backpack, 20 different shoes in various child sizes (gotta get rid of some of those), and a rapidly-aging man with graying hair (oh, wait, that’s just me in the reflecting window).
How two toddlers who can’t even wipe their own butts can figure out how to move so many toys in such little time is one of the great mysteries of the world – right up with figuring out how the Aztecs and Egyptians built the pyramids – or the appeal of Vince Vaughn.
But right now I don’t have time to ponder such things. I’ve got some cleaning up to do.
Can you guess what’s 80′s song the title of this post came from? The correct answer from yesterday’s post title is “Parent’s just don’t understand” by DJ Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince. Thanks for playing?!
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