Bandaids...

I love having children. They keep my life interesting and full of comedy. Whether it is listening to Snapper comment on the number of gray hairs she sees on her grandma's head, or watching Pepper stick a pencil in the cat's butt, there really is seldom a dull moment in our home.

Today Matt was shuffling furniture in our guest room/school room and I was working on lesson plans on the computer. Snapper was contentedly rotting her brain out playing on the X-Box and Debbie was at work. After a few peaceful moments, it occurred to Matt to wonder where Pepper could be. A quick search found him in the master bathroom.

Now Pepper has quite a history with the bathroom. Like most true-blue little boys, he thoroughly enjoys finding out how things work, pushing buttons, flipping levers, and generally getting into mischief. A few months ago Pepper went on a "let's see what I can flush down the potty" kick. Within a few weeks, he attempted to flush a few rolls of toilet paper, my slippers, the cat, and my nice digital camera (I caught him on the way into the bathroom that time). He successfully flushed all of his socks--all 15 pairs clean out of the laundry--down the toilet one pair at a time. He received a sound spank on his little bottom after that last shenanigan, and I have had no trouble with him since. Phew! I'm glad that phase is over.

Or so I thought. Matt peeked into the master bathroom to find Pepper bending over the toilet. Pepper jumped and sheepishly said, "Hi Daddy." Mr. Innocent, with that sweet little cherub grin. Matt could read the little cartoon thought bubble over Pepper's head: "Oh crud, I'm in for it now!" Silence from the bathroom, and then Matt summoned me to hurry. I grabbed my camera and headed for the bathroom.

I walked in the door and Pepper announced, "Look, Mama! I flush Mama's bandaids!" For a moment I was speechless. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, I'll let my camera do the talking from here on out. Mama's bandaids...sheesh!