Me: What is the ONLY thing you're allowed to write on???
Me: So why are you drawing all over the table?!
Hail: Oh, NO! Momma! Where my papers go?? Where my papers?
Where my papers?? Peek-a-boo! Der dey are! Peek-a-boo to my papers!!
What a smart butt.
Lightning: MOMMY! COME QUICK! QUICKER THAN THAT!
Me: What's the matter, honey?
Lightning: He's gettin' in trouble AGAIN!
All of this took place BEFORE 9am. And yes, that's a SILK sash in the middle of the puddle that belongs to a flower girl dress Her Highness wore last summer.
No use crying over spilled milk... or is there??
What I don't have are pictures of him smashing a Fisher Price Little People castle over Lightning's head... repeatedly. Pooping in the floor of his bedroom by his door then smearing it all into the carpet as he opened and closed his door 84 times. Or, telling every single person who spoke to him at church yesterday that "You a POO-POO Head!"