Dear beloved husband,
Everyone knows I think I hit the husband jackpot in the whole lottery of marriage. You're a great dad and husband. You're ever so attentive to our boys, and you treat me oh, so well. So don't take this the wrong way ... but the next time you forget to put the lid back on the craft box and place said craft box back on the highest shelf in the closet, you will find yourself broke. Because by the time you arrive home from work, I will be well on my way to some spa in a far away island using all of your hard-earned money in an attempt to not go completely and utterly insane.
Why would I go insane, you ask? Well, do you know what happens when you leave the craft box open on the craft table, which is with in the two year old's reach? Well, do you? He DECORATES.
And he doesn't just decorate the paper. No, no, no, dear hubby. He decorates EVERYTHING.
Including his face.
And his baby brother.
And the crafts table.
And a few places on the wall.
Plus a shoe.
Yup. A shoe.
And when I asked our son what on God's green Earth he was doing. He said, "Look mommy I decorate me, and I decorate my baby."
All I have to say is thank God for Magic Erasers, hydrogen peroxide and good old water. Or maybe I should say you should be thanking God I had all of those cleaning wonders.
Your adoring wife
P.S. Thanks for playing with the boys instead of plopping them in front of the TV. That's pretty marvelous, and I give you major props for that. But seriously, put that box away next time!!
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