I am linking up to Mylestones today for Flashback Friday.
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The theme is friendship.
This post is about my two daugthers, ages 5 and 6 at the time, and the mischief they can get into together.
Already, they are best friends and love each other deeply, and I am thankful for that.
I have these two girls.
Precious to my heart.
They are close in age and are becoming close friends and sisters.
But they are not always as angelic as they might seem.
In the past few months, there have been two moments where they have made me hide my face in shame.
I almost cannot bear to share these horrific events with you . . . I mean what will you think of me?
What will you think of my darling angels?
Okay, okay, okay.
Here's what I will do.
I will tell you 3 scenarios.
Two will be true.
One will be false.
Let's see if you can figure out what my "angels" did this summer.
Oh, girls . . .
I know what you did last summer.
Okay.
Here goes nothing.
Scenario #1:
We were at the grocery store. When I say we, I mean myself and the Fab Four, not me and the Lumberjack.
The Lumberjack . . . with me . . . grocery shopping?
PUH-lease.
I was slightly distracted.
Actually, I was just trying to get through the store without forgetting anything on my list or murdering any of my children.
Well, while I was trying to load the groceries onto the moving black belt, I was also trying to stop Handsome Dude :
from chucking cans of vegetables on top of the bread.
I was also trying to teach Little Dude:
that it is not okay to push all the debit card machine buttons 4.2 million times.
Seriously.
Could there be a worse spot for debit card machines for mothers with young?
So, while all of that was going on, my two precious princesses saw some chapstick they wanted and just took it.
They put it in their pockets.
And they left the store with them.
Without paying.
Scenario #2:
We were camping.
Whenever you go camping, it takes forever to get your little site set up.
Especially if you camp with the Lumberjack.
And even more so if you camp with the Lumberjack's family.
Since we were the first to arrive, I was voted to help the Lumberjack set up his huge parachute.
Do you all remember the parachute?
Ridiculous.
Anyways, there I was, holding the large pole while the Lumberjack tried to tie the parachute lines down.
He made an oopsie and the parachute fell and the pole almost fell on top of me.
I lived.
But the point is that the parachute was now completely covering my eyes and, as a result, I cannot see the fab four.
This is not ideal.
But I can hear them.
And I hear my two little girls shouting, "Yah! Take that, Monster! Yah!"
Along with the shouting, I also hear loud thunks and bangs.
" (___insert husband's name___)! What are they doing?"
Well, they were playing a game.
They were pretending that they were the princesses (odd) and there was a monster who was trying to attack them.
They had found an apple tree and were taking apples and throwing them at their "monster."
Would you all like to know what the monster was?
Somebody else's camp trailer.
Scenario #3:
Our darling girls are playing in the backyard.
Their father, the Lumberjack, built them a delightful little playhouse.
It will be important in about two seconds.
Here are my girls playing in the playhouse with their cute little red-headed friend.
Cute little red-headed friend is not guilty of the crime that is about to be committed.
Our neighbors have a fence . . . you know the kind with the foot of lattice on the top?
Well, my girls, in the spirit of all things Lumberjack, decided that they needed a woodpile for their playhouse.
So, they plucked out each little piece of lattice from our neighbor's fence . . . and they made themselves a woodpile.
I mean, can you blame them?
They get it from their father.
Alright.
So out of those 3 scenarios, 2 are true.
1 is false.
Which one do you think is false?
On a completely unrelated note, I would like everyone to know that in the past 48 hours, I have become a HUGE fan of the Taylor Swift song, "You Belong to Me."
Just thought you might need to know that.
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Little Dude after dinner
Why me?
I am going to say I am disgusted with Mabel.
Ok, that is just gross.
My last baby.