In our living room we have two end tables. On those end tables sit lamps. Everything else has been cleared from said tables, for obvious reasons. We can't clear off the lamps, they are our only sources of light. Apparently houses built c. 1980 didn't have overhead lighting.
I have told/asked Marcus SEVERAL times not to touch the lamps. He's heard "no" probably 3,686,411 times when it comes to those darn lamps. He thinks its funny. Kid you not, the boy laughs at me when I tell him/ask him/explain to him why we don't pull on the lamps. The little toad.
|He thinks it's funny. Me? Not so much.|
The last time Marcus really got his hands on something it ended very badly. Not for Marcus, but for some favorite items of ours.
|Marcus walked away unscathed. Our ISU, KSU and Kansas City wine glasses weren't so lucky.|
On to another little problem... The monkey has gotten into the very bad habit of sneaking his food under his high chair tray, making it seem as if he's been eating.
|Don't let that little face fool you.|
Often, Marcus will pitch his food overboard, and Drake will gladly clean up any castaway vittles. I'll turn away for a half second, look back at Marcus and think what a great job he's doing on his breakfast/lunch/dinner. Then I'll see food being chucked to the floor.
|Mommy caught Marcus red-handed, stuffing his food under his tray and into the sides of his seat.|
That food didn't just accidentally fall into his seat. The little turkey thinks he's sneaky.
|Drake is no dummy. He patiently waits for Marcus to toss his lunch to the floor.|
Anyone else grossed out by those strings of drool?
Help! Suggestions are more than welcome.