ok - as your reading this keep in mind how anal I am about clean floors- so last week I was putting my make-up on and walked into the living room to find Cameron with a cracked egg on my couch. Yikes all of a sudden he can open the fridge and boy is he taking it to the extreme...he has opened and ate anything he can get his chubby little paws on from our fridge. I was thinking I need to hit Target and get one of those locks for the refridgerator...and then...
This afternoon I'm checking email and walk upstairs and am greeted by Brandon who says "Cameron cracked an egg on the floor" oh my I thought, well, maybe it was cracked on the kitchen floor at least and it will be easy to clean up. But no way- hose' - lovely little egg was cracked on my BRAND NEW LIVING ROOM CARPET. It cleaned up rather easy I guess but my blood was boiling and as I scolded him and put a piece of tape across the refridgerator he says "I dorry mommy, Cam-Cam naughty n crack egg on floor. I dorry..." Ah...how sweet...what's a little egg on the floor anyways? :-)
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