Friday, June 19, 2009
WWBC Version Who the heck knows anymore?
I'm not sure if the proper question is "What Would Barley Chew?", or "When are those Escoe kids going to learn to put their damn shoes up at night?"
And it probably would have been funny, because they're just Kendrie's inexpensive pool shoes .... but then she chewed up my nephew's pair when he was here visiting .... then she chewed up a pair of Brayden's .... then another pair .... and by then I had quit taking pictures because it appears the cycle is endless, as is her appetite for plastic.
And at some point, its not funny anymore. Mainly because I get tired of running up to Payless or Wal-Mart or wherever, buying new flip flops for everybody. Then, my Parenting with Love and Logic kicks in, and I'm all "Hey, there are natural consequences for things, so just let them go barefoot!" and then they're all "Waah, waah, wahh, but the sidewalk is too hot, carry me!" and I'm all, "Do you not see that I'm already loaded down like a sherpa on Mount Everest with the towels and bags and lunches and innertube and now you want me to carry you for goodness sake you're almost teenagers!" and they're all, "Seriously, Mom, the parking lot is burning our feet!!!" and I'm all "Oh, Dear Lord, let me just buy you some new shoes."
And the whole vicious circle goes back to this face:
"As soon as these human people are gone, I am SO finishing off that shoe ....."