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Watch out. I have one that went through a take-things-apart phase. One day I found a pile of hinges and screws in his room... Randomly collected from all over the house.So my boy is 2 and has really started pushing to be more independent. So he wanted to lay down for his nap by himself without me tucking him in. Okay, cool.
About 10 minutes later I look on the monitor and he's playing in the floor. I figure I'm going to see where this goes and go back to working on some stuff. Then I hear his door open and he yells "Daddy! Need screwdriver!". So I take him the plastic screwdriver from his toolbox. He says thank you and closes his door.
About 5 minutes later his door opens again and I hear "Daddy! Need bigger screwdriver!"
He was trying to take his little piano apart...
This is a post where I really need more than one emoji to describe my reaction.I was not a well behaved child so when my kids are bad I kinda just look at it like karma paying me back. I normally am pretty good at taking their antics in stride. But this one's got me a bit mad especially since I can't get a coherent story from either on how the hell it happened. Up side me and the wife have decided to upgrade to granite.View attachment 288851
I resemble that statement!Watch out. I have one that went through a take-things-apart phase. One day I found a pile of hinges and screws in his room... Randomly collected from all over the house.
It could be a good thing. My son is now a Cat Mechanic and my grandson is a 3rd year apprentice at a Cat dealer.Watch out. I have one that went through a take-things-apart phase. One day I found a pile of hinges and screws in his room... Randomly collected from all over the house.
Some days even the strongest of species end up going the wrong direction for a while. I wouldn't worry just yet.It was my night to pick up the kids and feed them dinner while my wife works late. Left over pot roast, life is good. Half way through dinner my 4 year old, who is a native Idahoan, son of two native Idahoans, grand child of 3 native Idahoans, looks at me and says “daddy, I don’t like potatoes.”
Doesn’t.
Like.
Potatoes.
I’m gonna miss that kid. To bad it didn’t work out, he had potential.
I totally understand. These two have no discretion on where and when it's ok. They just whip it out and go. Parties are always interesting. We were in town trick or treating Saturday. The the oldest was gonna go in someone's bushes until we redirected.No pictures on this one, but the first thing my boy does when he gets off the school bus is pee. He’s 4 and it’s an hour long bus ride, I understand, but the bus turns around in our drive because we are the last stop. I have to tell him to wait until the bus at least gets turned around and is heading the other way.