When I came home from lunch yesterday there were freshly baked brownies on the counter made by my son. The kitchen was clean, but he had left his batter mixing bowl on the counter and had not yet washed it out. I took the bowl, put it into the sink, and flipped the water handle up full blast to fill the bowl up before scrubbing it out. When I did this, however, water came spraying out directly at me, drenching my sweatshirt and the floor. I yelled, scrambled, and reached through the steady stream to slap the handle back to the off position. It was then that I noticed my ponytail holder wrapped tightly around the sink sprayer holding in securely in the spraying position. My son had rigged it that way so that his mom would get a nice shower when she turned on the sink. He wasn't anywhere to be found. I stood there, alone in my house, drenched. It was at that moment I began to laugh out loud for a few minutes.
I love that kid.
5 comments:
OMG, that is one of my all time favorites. Jeffrey's stock is rising. He is one with the force. Beware April 1, dear sister. Sean is already asking me what jokes we are going to play.
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Love it the most. HAHHA. that one will NEVER get old.
ps- when you saw him did you give him big hugs and props for making you brownies!!! what a good boy! that deserves an "Aw Beeday"
Very, VERY nice, Master Jeffrey . . .
fits of giggles. my kids were mildly impressed.
oh. hey brian.
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