I had asked the boys on Sunday night to clean their room, so I could at least get to their beds to tuck them in. When I checked on their progress, it looked fabulous. Apparently when I was not looking, Austin had shoved everything he didn't feel like picking up into any nook and cranny he could find, because last night when I was in their room down on all four trying to find his wallet, this is what I found:
All of this stuff had been shoved under their dresser and in their tool chest drawers, all by my darling Austin Destroyer ( who quite proudly owned up to it).
This post is for my mother because I used to do the same thing when I was young. What goes around comes around, I guess.....
All of this stuff had been shoved under their dresser and in their tool chest drawers, all by my darling Austin Destroyer ( who quite proudly owned up to it). 