Monday, September 15, 2008

Spilled Milk -

The other day, Keaton was enjoying a bowl of Apple Jacks (because we're all a bunch of health freaks around here). Somehow, with all of the spooning (not that kind) and slurping going on, his bowl got tipped over.

My initial reaction was "Gosh Dangit! I hate cleaning up milk!"

My second reaction was "Hey! Keaton is 17! I don't have to clean up his milk anymore!"

For a moment, I could almost taste my independence. I was on the brink of just enjoying my children as they turn into young adults and I was wallowing in a glimpse of parenting without instruction or discipline.

Then I saw this ...




Thanks to Keaton, I was reminded of my job security.

4 comments:

Tina said...

hahahahaha! That is an example of awesome ingenuity! He's not half McKinnon for nothing! Glad you're back in your comfort zone of job security! cute!
xox

Chris Shill said...

That is too funny, ya I wish it was the easy, it will be very interesting when Zac gets home, hopefully he won't go back to his old ways and hopefully I won't go back to my old ways, but I am sure i will for the first few weeks wanting to wait on him... did you do this? also thanks for your nice remarks! And it was you and your sister that gave me encouragement...

Brandi said...

and just how come you haven't posted anything about the two dogs i see there? or are they neighborhood dogs that you just recruited for the clean up? i want to know more about them.....

Becky said...

Love it! And yes, I didn't know you had dogs either. They look blog-worthy!