Later that evening, I confront the only person (other than Nate and myself) that can write in our house.
Me: I wonder who wrote in pen in Mommy's car today?
Mallory: silence
Me: Was it you?
Mallory: no.
Me: Who else knows how to write in our house?
Mallory: Daddy. (long silence) It was Daddy.
I'm SURE Daddy goes around with a pen and writes "Mommy" in people's car. Sure. I thought Mallory was my honest one. She always tells me the truth, even if it means she's going to get in trouble. Jack is the one I had to worry about.
A typical day in Jack's 3 year old life.
Me: (after seeing that he's peed a little in his pants) Jack, do you need to go potty?
Jack: no.
Me: Are you sure you don't need to go potty? Let's try to go real quick.
Jack: I don't need to go Mommy.
Me: Did you pee a little in your pants?
Jack: no.
Me: Well, then who did?
Jack: Daddy.
Poor Daddy gets blamed for everything while he is hard at work everyday.
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I know I shouldn't laugh...but...that sounds just like my life. Too funny!
Poor Daddy!
Hope that pen comes out of your leather! :(
Oh my gosh. I am sorry girl. I hope your kitchen is finished soon so you guys can all get back on track! I think your dh needs some therapy if he keeps sneaking around doing all these naughty things and blaming the babies, BAHHHH! Hang in there girl! That subzero IS WORTH it! :) Tabitha
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