Please picture this mess all over the house.
Please imagine bowls, baskets and containers of Easter candy everywhere.
Please also imagine piles of wrappers or those damn little foil wrappers that get rolled into little balls everywhere. (I tell you what – when I find out who is flicking them under the coffee table heads. will. roll.)
Allow me to share a few of the many exchanges regarding the candy and wrappers….
Mom: “Who is throwing these little wrappers on the carpet?”
4 boys and Handsome Hubby: “Not me! ”
(Does anyone else have an invisible resident named Not Me?)
Grant: “Can I have a little chocolate egg? ”
Mom: “It’s “may I” and please ask nicely.” (Told ya. Grammar Nazi)
Grant: (heavy sigh of exasperation) “May I please have a little chocolate egg?”
Mom: “Let’s fix you some lunch first and then you may eat one. ”
Grant: “I don’t want lunch. I just want chocolate.”
**Note: The above photo is evidence that Grant is reallllly bad at being sneaky. When I wasn’t looking, he got the candy anyway. He has a few things to learn about covering his tracks, no?
Mom: “Why are there candy wrappers in the bathroom!? We do not eat in the bathroom!! Why do I need to say things like this!? ”
Shortly after that, the cranky-vein on Mom’s forehead got so big it made her dizzy and blocked her vision. She tripped over a giant ball of foil and knocked herself out.
When she came to, she felt much better…. because unconsciousness still counts as peace and quiet.
Yes, not me lives at our house. I think my favorite thing to say is, I didn’t do it, your father didn’t do it, so it had to be one of you. Which one of your was it? And it’s always Not Me that does it.
When they have their own places I’m going to their house and shove candy wrappers under pillows, leave dirty dishes under furniture, and shove all of their socks in every nook and cranny I can find. Although by then I’ll probably like them again and end up not doing it. *sigh*
My boy eats in the potty too. Last week, I discovered that he had laid his half-eaten sucker down on the back of the potty while he did his business. blech.
~Becca
P.S. Haven’t forgotten about my great award either- am planning to post something this evening! Thanks again!!
Ohmagosh. Too flippin’ funny. I think we have a “not me” at our house too. Isaiah, however, loves to blame things on our dog. Last week, there was a candy wrapper mess on our living room floor. When I asked who the culprit was, Isaiah said “Belle” (our dog). Little did I know, she really was to blame. She had gotten the basket of candy that my darling husband had left on the ottoman, and she had ate ALL the candy. Wrapper and all…well, most of the wrappers.
Oh, and it is strange the things boys will do in the bathroom, besides using it. Gross.
I’m thankful that you got some peace and quiet, even if it was while unconcious.
Not Me lives at our house too!
I HATE those stupid foil balls! Find them EVERYWHERE!
Candy holidays suck.
Not me doesn’t live here but “I don’t know” does. Too funny! Just think…if you had one of those rainbow vacuums (I don’t) how pretty those foil wrappers would look in the water barrel..LOL.
We have both creatures, “not me” and “hedidit!” And my favorite candy find is the mashed up robin’s eggs in the carpet. : )
OK, so I’m still browsing all of your posts and I got to the “retort” section. I WAS LAUGHING. Because even though I’m leaning to the right, kinda conservative, your critiques of O’Reilly and Ass Coulter crack me up?! Get it? Don’t know if the joke translates well here. She really scares me. And Bill can beat on his drum a little to hard and be arrogant at times. And when I was reading your reply to “Uncle Jayson’s” take on the cheerleading movie, I was really busting up! He totally used an apostrophe when he was writing “hero’s” and I was thinking, “I’ll bet she catches that. Grammar Nazi and all…” AND YOU DID. Too funny! Don’t count all of my errors here, and disregard the ridiculous lenght for a comment… : )
That was delightful! Gave me a giggle!!! I’m in the empty-nest phase and I swear there were STILL wrappers everywhere last week!!!!
Robin
All Things Heart and Home
Oh geez – I about cracked a rib over this! I grew up with a house full of brothers who always said “HedidIt” unless it was something I did…then it was “Wedidn’tDoAnything…SheJustStartedCrying”.
Not Me must get around…