Snippets

My grandson is 5 years old. He's the one that keeps Nana Pants on her toes, literally! Well... said wonderful child was instructed to take the old carrots down and throw them over the fence for the chickens. Which he did enthusiastically! He was taking quite a while to come up from the pen so I sent his 8 year old out to check on him. As soon as we hit the back door I could hear him calling, "Help, I need Help!" Off I run with my granddaughter. As soon as I got to the gate I had to start counting to 117, counting to 10 was not near long enough There he stood in the middle of the chicken yard with his pocket slimy and wet. Before I can say a word he proudly tells me that there were 4 eggs and he didn't have enough hands so he put them in his pocket but "I only cracked one". I was on number 78 and still counting, we've had the talk many times, don't put chicken eggs in your pocket because...

I marched him up to the house and had him strip down to his skivies and threw his clothes in the washer. Now that presents a new problem, I only had one wash load of soap left and too lazy to go to the store but need to get gentles done. AS I'm tossing his clothes in the washer he started complaining that his "Spiderman's" were sticky. Off they came too. So now I have a naked 5 year old with no extra clothes. He is now sitting quietly, NOT! waiting for his unders to dry, I handwashed them, and his clothes are in the washer.

I'm laughing but not because I think it's humorous, it's because I feel as if I'm going to go insane before this day has finished!