I liken trying to do stuff with kids to a rainy night in Jurassic Park. Imagine...you're Sam Neill, you've got a flare in your hand baiting a hungry T-Rex away from a car full of 2 awkward, nerdy kids and a dick lawyer. Now..replace the T-Rex with 2 hungry 9 month olds, the kids & lawyer with something you wanna do *cough* paper crafting..Hearthstone *cough* and the flare with something extremely interesting & somewhat forbidden that you are sorta willing to part with (because god knows if you'll see it again) and give that object to the dino. Voila! You've got the key to actually completely tasks as a parent. RIP pieces of fancy craft paper. You were shiny and fun until you met your demise in the hands and maybe intestines (oops) of a curious T-Rex. >.<
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