Me: Josiah, I'd like a little privacy in the shower. Go play in the sunroom or something.
Josiah disappears and comes back 5 minutes later...
Josiah: Mommy! I am playing with the smores...
I'm suspicious. I follow him to the living room.
I find this.
Apparently the couch stuffing looks like marshmellows. (Actually, it kinda does I never realized it before.).
I call Ryan in to see the mess and we both express our extreme displeasure,
Us: Oh, Josiah. That is NOT ok. You have to clean that ALL up. We NEVER do that to the couch cushions..
Ryan and I hide our smiles and try to control our trembleing voices as we bust up laughing behind the door.
He is still cleaning it all up as I type.
His method? Pick up one piece, jump on the pile to stuff it in, pick up one piece, jump on the pile to stuff it in...
Josiah: Mommy, I'm doing a good job cleaning up!
Me: Yes you are. Keep working because you're not doing anything else until you finish... Keep it up!
Stuff, jump, stuff, jump, stuff, jump...I think he's having a little too much fun with this. ; )
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