Owen, Maisy, and I took the opportunity to go hang out at the Children’s park in the Botanical Gardens. It was hot, so hot, and I felt that if left in the house alone with them for one more minute I’d go all “NO WIRE HANGERS!!!” on them. So to the park we went.
So there I am, watching two children 3 and under around water, which is kind of hard. On the side of the splash pad they have a table for crafts. I look down at Maisy. I look back up at Owen. He’s gone. He’s at the craft table. He found a marker. At the splash pad. Owen found a marker at the splash pad. I grab Maisy and run for Owen. I am too late.
There weren’t too many witnesses because school is back in session. But since I pulled out the ole cell phone to capture Owen’s crimes, I thought I had better let him make the actual craft now. I watch Dexter. I know about cover stories. So, we made this presh butterfly on a stick.
He carried it around all day and then took it to the zoo with him, but when I let him take it for his nap he chewed it up and spit it out. Literally. Because toddlers. That’s why.
Oh, and Maisy too.