Steve and I just managed to sit the boys down for afternoon TV (The Thomas Movie, much to Andy's delight.) We walked into the kitchen talking about grown-up things, when I stopped and screamed softly at the sight of the block boxes, I mean the containers that the blocks go into, and an empty cardboard box some diapers came in, and a small plastic wagon, all stacked in front of the fridge, blocks pouring out onto the floor.
"Nathan!" I called out calmly, pushing the wagon against the wall. "You have to clean up the mess you made."
Nick looked up from his spot in front of the TV, and to my surprise, claimed the mess. "Oh, That's Voltron!" he cried, rushing over. "Hey! Who took his lifesaving sword?"
It was very imaginative. Still, I never thought "Do not build Voltron in front of the fridge" would need to be one of our house rules.
1 comment:
well if that isn't the cutest thing I've ever heard.
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