I still have not heard a reasonable explanation for the half-eaten (the TOP half!) apple, covered in wet toilet paper that I found in the boys bedroom this morning.
Maybe this has something to do with another recent "I can't believe it!" moment- when Livia asks me what is on the potty seat that makes it wet. . . and before I can answer her she has dabbed her finger in the liquid and tasted it. This is true.
Or maybe it is kind of like yesterday when right after I vacuumed and mopped (I know, why do I do it?!) Rhyle made a PATH from the front door through the house to the refridgerator of wild onion tops. Really.
Actually, these stories are reminding me of another unbelievable moment: on Sunday I took Tate to the bathroom in between the Sunday school hour and church worship. He managed to go all over ME- in a nice, wet shot across my pants.
Sometimes my life doesn't make any sense at all.
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