I hate dirty ears. Yep, I do. Hate em with a red hot burning passion that sears my soul. Hate....Them....Lots! I have been know to run after the neighbors kids with q-tips. Yes, the scream and run for fear of their lives but I eventually catch them and clean those ears. My kiddos hate when I buy a new box of q-tips cause they know what's coming. "hoooooooneys" I sweetly coo. (insert maniacal laughter) "I have something for yoooooooooou." WAHHHHAAAAAA_HA_HA
The two oldest usually push Boo-Bear down so that I can get to her first. She takes nothing calm or quiet so she is the funnest (is that even a word??!) to get anyway. Middle Daughter takes it like she does everything else in life, with a calm demeanor to just geterdone already and The Son does what he does best, smirks and makes body noises so that I finally give up in disgust and tell him to just go and live with the monkeys already!!
So now you know. Do you still love and admire me?? Do you have ears that need a'cleanin?? I am your woman.
More confessions to follow.
oh, ps....I love you people in Australia! I want to marry you and have your cute little down under babies!! I just got two packages today in the mail. I must devote a whole post to give them the proper attention they deserve. I must also take a picture of empty chocolate wrappers and confess that chocolate did come in one of them and I did eat it while sitting in the post office parking lot. I...have...no...willpower. Stay tuned for more on this most wonderous of delvelopments.