Boys will be boys?
Every week I go out with the three kids in tow by myself and I say it is the last. Being out numbered and out of my mind has made some "memories". One trip to Costco Owen gleefully found himself up high on a stocking shelf. Don't know how he got there and had to get help to get him down. gah! This happened as I was loading Nick into the cart because he was climbing... a known no no. Last trip they were chanting "B" "Y" "U" as loud as they could. The more I shrunk behind the aisles the louder they chanted. With all the kids in the cart where do you put the stuff you are buying? Climbing has proven to be too irresistible. I have left children home with their dad which is bliss for me. Usually Brad says "let's all go". He looks hurt and confused when I say, "let's not".