Sunday, December 6, 2015

Lucky there is no elf on my shelf or I would be tempted.








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We once had one of those peek-a-boo dolls that hid in the corner.
Similar to these ones

My children used to torture poor Eric (named by Andrew)
They left chocolate on the floor and made it look like Eric wasn't potty trained.
They put his hands down his pants.
They removed his pants.
The crowning event was when they strung poor Eric up by the neck to the chandelier.
A note attached expressed Eric's reason to end it all.
I wish I had saved the note. but I think it said something along the lines that
life was not worth living because
we wouldn't let him pee in the toilet like a real boy.

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