Everyday Antics of a Boy
Yesterday morning as I was getting the kids in the car, Mason felt sure that he needed to chip the ice off of the car before we could go anywhere. I reasoned with him that he could do that as soon as we got home, as we had to get Chicky to school.
"Okay mom."
After dropping Chicky off at school, I wanted to run by the Social Security office to submit Nika's application for a number.
Ha ha ha ha ... apparently you don't just run by the Social Security office. After sitting there for one hour and forty minutes waiting for A98 to be called, we had to leave to get Chicky from school. {It was a short school day due to a two-hour delay.}
During our time sitting in the Social Security office, I casually mentioned to Mason that I wanted to wash our coats when we got home. My white coat shows every teeny tiny bit of dirt and I was pretty sure the kids' coats could use to be washed too.
Are you wondering why you should care that we needed to wash our coats? Well keep reading ... geesh!
After we had picked up Chicky and gotten home, Mason told me he needed to wash the car. The ice had melted, but the car was dirty. Mind you it was still only 30-some degrees outside.
"Mom, can you open the garage door? I need to get the water."
So I opened the garage door for him, thinking surely my husband had shut the water off for the winter.
Uhh ... I guess not.
I went out to check on Mason and found this ...
Sigh. I guess we have never introduced him to the washing machine? Seriously.
"Okay mom."
After dropping Chicky off at school, I wanted to run by the Social Security office to submit Nika's application for a number.
Ha ha ha ha ... apparently you don't just run by the Social Security office. After sitting there for one hour and forty minutes waiting for A98 to be called, we had to leave to get Chicky from school. {It was a short school day due to a two-hour delay.}
During our time sitting in the Social Security office, I casually mentioned to Mason that I wanted to wash our coats when we got home. My white coat shows every teeny tiny bit of dirt and I was pretty sure the kids' coats could use to be washed too.
Are you wondering why you should care that we needed to wash our coats? Well keep reading ... geesh!
After we had picked up Chicky and gotten home, Mason told me he needed to wash the car. The ice had melted, but the car was dirty. Mind you it was still only 30-some degrees outside.
"Mom, can you open the garage door? I need to get the water."
So I opened the garage door for him, thinking surely my husband had shut the water off for the winter.
Uhh ... I guess not.
I went out to check on Mason and found this ...
"Mom, doesn't your car look nice?"
"And I washed my coat for you too."
Sigh. I guess we have never introduced him to the washing machine? Seriously.