when walking into their child's closet, they realize there is no longer carpet on the floor? Just a pile of colorful shirts, skivs, towels and socks...everywhere....
Being the "I'm not doing it for them, I'll make them drop what they are doing and come right away so maybe they'll think twice next time" kind of mom, I yell, "Auuuuuuusstttinnnnnn!"
He enters his room, looks at me with those big chocolate eyes and millions of markles (freckle marks), and says, "Yes, mom?"
"What's this?" (Hand on hip, game face on).
His response? "It's Chreeeeeeeeestmas, mommy! In July!" and joyfully proceeds to pick up the clothes as though they were gifts. Smiling and dancing around his closet with glee.
I am powerless over this.
My tip for today: Let yourself enjoy this kind of stuff. It really is the only stuff that matters.
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