Today I’m guest posting over at my friend Fawn’s blog, Instead of the Dishes , about life in the Frat House. (You may remember Fawn from her guest post here.) As soon I sent the post over to Fawn, I discovered that Frat Boy The Younger had emptied my vacuum canister all over the high-pile shag rug I’d just spent 20 minutes cleaning. The canister was filled with dust, dirt, Legos, and dog hair. So much dog hair. And guess what FBTY was doing with the dog hair/dust/dirt conglomerate?
He was eating it. Or he had some in his mouth at least. I guess he was hazing himself. He also had a sticky, snotty nose, so some of it was stuck in there as well.
After channeling Nancy Kerrigan (WHYYYYYY? WHYYYYYY?), I turned to Frat Boy The Elder. “Why didn’t you tell me he was doing that?” “Because he wanted to do it. He was having fun.”
Sigh.
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“…because he wanted to do it and he was having fun.”
If that isn’t Y Chromosome thinking, we don’t know what is!! :)
Fantastic!! HA!! –The Dose Girls
Fantastic and disgusting. Two things I love as long as a I don’t have to clean it up. :)
So glad I’m not the only one channeling Nancy Kerrigan. But my older kids are girls, so they never let anything go because a younger sibling “was having fun.” Oh, no. These things must be reported and logged, and they must be sure punishment is forthcoming.
I very much remember doing the exact same with my sisters. Neither of mine seem to care about getting each other into trouble, though. They just want to destroy as many things and wreak as much havoc as possible before they get caught.
LMAO!
Love Frat Boy the Elder’s reasoning. Classic.
I think I’ll make that my new mantra. Went on vacation and didn’t come back? What? I wanted to and I was having fun.
Oh my! That’s all I’ve got! Oh my!
So gross. SO. SO. SO. GROSS.