Recently I sent The Dada a text message that read: You’re out of stamps.
To which he replied: How can I be out of stamps? I just bought some.
To which I replied: Because certain people in our house do not understand the meaning of the word “stamps”, but they do understand the meaning of the word “stickers”.
Yes, once again my boys were up to no good. CamCam had his back to me, and I heard some paper crinkling. I kept looking over, but didn’t see anything. I assumed he found a little piece of paper on the ground and was playing with it. But eventually I asked him what he had. He said “Stickers.” I figured he took some stickers out of his potty reward stash and was playing with them. I don’t know why I haven’t learnt my lesson by now. Why do I always assume my boys are playing with something normal? Why haven’t I learnt that their little imaginations never take them to toys or stickers or plastic containers? No, their little mischievous imaginations take them to makeup drawers, markers, trash and anything that would waste my money.
When I did finally go over to them, I saw that they had gotten into our stamps and put them everywhere.
“Who put these everywhere?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” said Mr. Trouble. “CamCam and me?” And then, get this, he says, with a sense of pride and accomplishment in his voice, “We worked very hard.”
Like I should be thanking him or something! “Wow boys! Great job! I am so impressed that you put these very expensive stickers all over the room. Way to go!”
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This is pretty cool. All our doorknobs should have a stamp on them.
If your going to play with stamps, there must ALWAYS be an attempt to mail a baby.
So if you think your boys are up to no good never, never, never ask them about it and take their word for it. Investigate. I assume I’m being taught this lesson by toddlers so that when I’m the mommy of teenagers I’ll know better.
Thanks boys.
