When I serve oatmeal for breakfast I have been known to put butter and brown sugar upon the oaty mixture to induce my three cyclones to consume their allotted share. Now against great protests I also stir the aforementioned sugar and fat into the whole bowl so that they won’t just lick it off the top and then refuse to eat their oats. But I do not stir in the hunky hubby’s sugar.
I heard an interesting theory this week from sweet boy #2 as to why his sugar should remain unstirred.
Sweet boy #2 has recently insisted upon sleeping “in his undies, like Daddy” (don’t worry, the hunky hubby is not likely to read this and become mortified) and since he is obviously too hot I have complied. Well, the reasoning went like this: “Because I sleep in undies like Daddy, my sugar is no stir sugar too.”
Very very creative, but no cigar kiddo.
However the winner this week…
I removed sweet boy #3 from his tub and was rushing around grabbing up his diaper and jammies. I returned for him and noticed that he was bent way way over with his little bare bottom up in the sky and his head resting on our carpet… and attempting to snip his dangly parts with a pair of childrens scissors!!!