I will prevail

Someone is running out of shoes. I wonder where they could be? A garbage bag perhaps?

The Bag

The other day I sat down with my kids and explained that I was tired of them leaving their stuff all over the house. I told them the next day I was going to start collecting their stuff that I find laying around and put it all in a garbage bag. At the end of the day they would have to buy back the items from me with the money they have earned from their jobs at the cost of .25 an item.

They were all on board, each thinking that they rarely leave stuff around. It is the other brothers, of course who can't put their stuff away. I'm pretty confident what I had told them left their heads before they were out of the room.

Imagine their amazement when I gathered them all together the next evening and showed them the bulging bag of stuff. Their eyes just about popped out of their heads.

One by one I started pulling items out of the bag. At first their jaws dropped in disbelief. Every boy had a load of stuff I had collected. I could tell some of them were deciding if they should argue their case to me. Those that tried were shot down before they finished their first sentence.

After the disbelief period, to my amusement I began to see worried looks on their faces as they began counting in their heads and on their fingers the amount of money they now owed me. The dreams of buying boxes of Legos and buckets of candy were slowly disappearing. I just sat there and smirked.

This is what I found

3 pairs of flip flops
1 pair of shoes
2 pairs of socks
2 Wii remotes
2 Wii nun chucks
PlayStation 2
Playstation 2 remotes
hat
jacket
Soccer gloves
2 piano books
2 piano bags
popcorn bowl
remains of a microwave popcorn bag

After I distributed the stuff out, I looked at them and said. "Let this be a warning to you. Tomorrow I won't be so nice." The worried looks suddenly disappeared as they scampered off to put their stuff away.

We will see how day 2 goes. And trust me, the niceness is gone.

fathers and sons

Last weekend was the annual father and son overnight camp out. As I was getting them ready to go, I told the boys to get pajamas and a change of clothes (which includes socks and underwear)and put them on my bed. Really, that wasn't too long of a list right? Not one of them could remember everything.

Taylor pulled out a pair of wet pajama bottoms from the washer. He forgot the pajama top. And seriously, is it really a good idea to wear wet pajamas to bed, especially if you have no top?

Bennett forgot the majority of the list. The only thing he remembered was a pair of socks, underwear and his pajama top. I guess between him and Taylor they have a complete set for bed.

Owen almost had it all. He just forgot the socks. He did have to take his pile of clothes that he dumped by the garage door into my bedroom. I know what he was thinking "Well, we will be going in the car which is in the garage, so I guess I'll dump my clothes as close to the car as possible." I will give him credit though. He got his clothes before I told him where they needed to go.

Oh and Chasey. Well he wasn't invited. As much as I begged Scott, he told me that the rules state the son must be potty trained in order to go. Sure they do...

Me thinks it will be a long time until I can trust the boys to pack their own stuff.

Really? This came out of my mouth?

Don't gnaw on the cheese.

Don't pee under the tramp.

Don't take your clothes off during sacrament meeting.

Don't rifle through the sacrament tray looking for the biggest piece.

Don't eat the dog food.

Don't drink out of the dog's water bowl.

Did you wash your bottom? Do it again.

Don't use your fork to clean under your fingernails.

People don't want to smell you.

Don't eat rocks.

If you have to use both your hands to try and stuff your food in your mouth you need to start taking smaller bites. And you need to slow down.

Did you color on the dog?

Don't put that in your mouth. Do you know how many people have touched that?

Let's not spit on each other.

When you pray you need to be right-side up.

No, I don't want you to pee on me.

I don't want to see your bum or your feet up here where our food is.

Throwing rocks at the neighbor's windshield is a bad idea.

** and the 2 most recent....Don't lick his feet.

You can't use that cup after toilet water has dripped into it.

Proof that it takes more than 1 flush for a paper airplane to go down.

Chasey, are the bibs really necessary?

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