I was going to post about this yesterday but every time I got near the computer, the Big Giraffe would crack some sort of joke about it. In fact he even put up a line about it on his Facebook status. Nice. As I've been telling the kids, Big Giraffe, Santa Claus is watching!
Anyhow, my younger son (YS) has really been giving me a run for my money. He is just into anything and everything. Yesterday he managed to get a hold of a friend's Macy's gift certificate while we were at her house and was about to rip it before I confiscated it. Yes, I gave it back!
Between the Eucerin, lipstick, toothpaste and Vaseline, he was been getting more than his fair share of baths and I think he just may be in the running for title of World's Cleanest Kid. He's also been taking things and putting then in a top secret location that I suspect is a vault hidden in the floor that he built himself during naptime. That is the only plausible explanation for why I couldn't find my deodorant on Monday morning. I looked everywhere before resorting to using the Big Giraffe's deodorant. Whoops! I don't think I mentioned that to you, Big Giraffe.
The other night I went upstairs to get ready for bed. This was the evening of the Vaseline incident. I noticed that my retainer case was on the floor next to YS's bed. No doubt that he had tried to open it, but that is one item that actually is hard to open as opposed to all our childproof items that my kids have mastered but that I have still yet to learn.
I grabbed it and took it to the bathroom with me. I also wiped my hand on my jeans because the case was smeared with Vaseline. There sitting on the bathroom counter was my deodorant which also was covered in Vaseline. For the record the Vaseline, toothpaste etc are now all locked up although I'm beginning to wonder if I need a vault hidden under the floor. I looked for my toothbrush, but it was no where in site. I went and searched my room and the boys' room. No luck. I called the Big Giraffe and he helped me look. We must have looked for a good 15 minutes. YS began to stir so I gently asked him if he took my toothbrush. He said yes. I asked if it was in his bed. He said yes. The Big Giraffe and I searched through the bed while YS slept peacefully. The toothbrush was nowhere.
The Big Giraffe then asked if the toothbrush was in Colorado* and YS replied yes. Great. Fortunately the Big Giraffe had bought toothbrush replacement heads the day before and fortunately I am also lazy and hadn't replaced mine yet. I asked him to please grab me one from downstairs and I would just use it on his Sonicare toothbrush until we eventually found mine.
A moment later the Big Giraffe was upstairs and laughing. I was getting irritated because it was late and I was tired. I didn't see what was so amusing about YS taking my toothbrush. The Big Giraffe asked for confirmation that YS had indeed taken my toothbrush. Then he pulled out the toothbrush from behind his back. Apparently it was in the downstairs bathroom. Apparently I am also losing my mind because I had put there when I brushed my teeth that morning before heading out to the gym. All last evening the Big Giraffe was cracking little jokes about losing things and suggesting that we wake up YS to ask him about it.
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: Kids really do drive you crazy!
*My MIL lives CO
Labels: Humor (at least Attempted), Random |
I know that these little incidents are irritating at the time, but they sure make for funny posts. I'll laugh about YS's vault at least all day.