Dayne knows how to lock his door. It's as easy as pushing the button and closing the door, whether you are in the room or out of the room. He prefers to lock the door when he is out of the room.
He prefers to lock his door when he is out of his room at night, when he should be sleeping. If I had a nickel for everytime I heard the words..."mama, door locked" I would have at least $100,000. No kidding.
I go unlock the door. He says "thank you, mama, scratch my back." Hell no. I am not scratching your back! I just had to get up off my fat ass, walk up the stairs, unlock your damn door and put you into bed, for the 5th time tonight!
He put Candace the kitty in the clothes hamper today.
He hides the cup to feed the kitties.
He puts his straw through his styrofoam cup EVERYTIME we go to sonic.
He rode his riding toy down the stairs and put a dent in the wall. (he's fine)
He writes on the wall, the carpet, brother's sheets, brother's pillows, himself...
Please, no one let him near any matches or sharp things.
Can you tell who has been pushing my buttons today?
I love my little mischievous boo boo - who is as I speak is kicking his walls from his bed and jabbering loudly in his room, when he should be sleeping.
Stay Funny San Diego, Daya
2 comments:
There was a little boy named Dayne
Whose mom wished he'd refrain
From sleeping on the floor,
Locking his bedroom door,
And causing her sleep loss and pain.
There was a little boy named Dayne
Whose mom was sure he was insane
For licking his shoes,
Giving himself spiky updo's,
And putting toys down the drain.
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