It has been quite some time since Thing 2 has up to her old ways. Apparently, I was getting too comfortable in not having to report her shenanigans. That all changed today.
After I reduced the number of plates I had spinning, I told the family I needed just 4 hours from them to clean the house. They obliged, I mean, what choice did they have? #None
The girls are responsible for their crap bins…or junk bins, since Thing 2 thinks crap is a bad word. I guess she’s kind of right. They sit on the stairs and the idea is, you’ll take your crap up when you notice something in the bin. That doesn’t happen. As I type, the hubby’s bin is overflowing. #ThatsForAnotherDay
As Thing 1 cleans her bin, she alerts me to what she found…IN HER BIN!
But whhhhhyyyyy? I have a pretty good theory on how this happened. Thing 2 is ALWAYS eating. Her and her sister were upstairs playing, she got hungry, came down for a snack, knows there is no eating upstairs, and brought her chicken tender to the bin to return to it later. I KNOW that’s what happened! When questioned, though, do you know that child had NO CLUE what happened OR that she even did it! #IHaveNoWords
So, I then had to channel my inner mom…”What, it just walked in the bin?” #ThisKid Sidebar, I see you boo. You stuck the nugget in your sister’s bin…not yours! #SheThinksShesSlick
I tried to save face, but the hubby’s first reaction was to just start laughing because of the random nature of this event. I tried to hold my face, but it did warrant a good laugh. This kid does the most and doesn’t even remember. That’s a dog on shame.
At least y’all know I feed her…
