I found all of my tomatoes in a sandbox bucket today. ALL of them. Green ones. Three plants stripped to nothing. Kyri was blamed but she isn't tall enough to reach all of them and the work was done TOO fast. So we got to deal with LYING, STEALING, BLAMING. Ah, the fun of parenting.
I guess I can be thankful I don't have boring, non-creative kids who never go outside the lines. You know the ones that everyone wants to have over because they are no danger to anything? But are so incredibly boring you wouldn't want them for your own. (Ok, I'm just trying to make myself feel better.)
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Ah, nothing is as much fun as picking tomatoes.
What I love is the child who will try to explain how it was her younger brother who wrote all over that, even though (a) he can't write those letters and (b) the incriminating evidence is *signed*.
Ben probably figured he was safe blaming it on Kyri. It's definitely her style.
-- SJ
he needs to get in touch with his Uncle Mark- doesn't sound like proof beyond a reasonable doubt... =)
Ha! I can sympathize with Ben - but only to a point. I had initial permission (though pretty sure it soon led to trespass, as long as we're getting legal). My grandmother once asked me to pick some carrots for dinner, and I proceeded to harvest an entire row (probably a few dozen). We ate carrots for days, and I wasn't allowed back in the garden for a long time after that.
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