There are many Mom moments in my life where I am in a situation that I should discipline but instead I end up laughing. I probably confuse the kids when I laugh at whatever it is that they say or do and with eyes still wet with laughing tears I try to tell them I have to take something away or put them in time out. What can I say? I'm human, and kids are funny.
Last weekend when I was making the 300 mini-cupcakes, I saw Jackson come out of Drew's room. Drew had fallen asleep on the couch and Jackson had taken this opportunity to sneak into his room. As he got closer I noticed that he had red markings all over his arm and hand.
Great. Jackson had gotten into Drew's markers again. Most often this means that we have some sort of "artwork" on a wall somewhere in the house, but it looked like he used himself as the canvas this time. Mike went to get some wipes to clean his hand off when I heard him say, "It's not just on his arm!" Oh no! What is it now? The wall, Drew's table, the TV? Nope.
Drew's bed. I took Jackson into Drew's room and asked him, "Did you do this?" As he leaned against his creation, he replied with a pouty look on his face, "I not do it. Drew do it." Mike and I both couldn't contain our laughter as we looked at Jackson, literally caught red handed, yet here he is, not quite old enough to put two and two together. It was one of those moments that I wished I was on a reality TV show or I walked around with my flip camera permanently attached to my hand just so a camera would have captured it.