I was cleaning out the boys' room. Notice I didn't say, "Cleaning UP"? They knew they were in trouble when I armed myself with trash bags and my music. Finn's mouth earned him the priviledge of sitting on his bed watching me for 2 days (I made him help on the 3rd) He was in trouble and learned quickly that I was in no mood and that this was no party. He tried, to no avail, joking around, shooting the breeze, and reaching down to grab a toy that had been forgotten under his bed until I pulled it out along with oddities such as my missing Victoria's Secret bra that had been tied into a knot at the hooks, forming a ....parachute???, a barely nibbled on chicken bullion cube. (This made me laugh inside because I clearly remember him asking me to try a piece of "candy" while holding the bottle in the kitchen. And I clearly remember me telling him that, while they were all individually wrapped in wrappers that looked similar to candy, they were NOT candy and that it would be gross to taste one. Obviously, he did not listen. Obviously, he snuck one out. And, obviously, he quickly learned that I was not lying. Oh how I wish I could have seen his little face as he figured that one out.) and this picture of the once idolized, Michael Phelps. Perhaps he still is idolized....I don't know, I didn't ask. After finding my bra, I really did not care.
