SO, it seems it's quite tiring to be satan's little helper. with the amount of mischief my son has gotten into lately it's no wonder he's crashed in the back of my car. let's review a smidgen of what he's done, shall we?
- climbing onto the counter and grabbing a brand new 32oz bottle of dried oregano and sprinkling it all over the carpet. (you have NO IDEA how hard it is to vacuum that stuff up)
-breaking the window blinds and then proceeding to break three curtain rods.
-throwing a mother of a melt down at my work causing me to listen to crying, kicking, yelling and screaming for four and a half hours. seriously. four and a half hours.
-putting a whole roll of toilet paper down the toilet causing the front hallway and basement to flood. i've never seen so much water to clean up. annoying.
-dumping out three bottles of bubbles into the grass instead of using it to, oh i don't know, blow bubbles. sigh.
