Not sure what happened exactly, perhaps it just couldn't stand the thought of life in our bathroom (not that I blame it) and threw itself over the edge, but sure enough, it was lost and gone forever down the swirling vortex of terror.
I'm sure you know where this is going.
Cause you're smart like that, I can tell.
Upon hearing one of the boys flush the toilet about... oh, seven or eight times in a row, I finally called out (cause there's a fine line between calling and yelling, right?) and told him to quit playing with the toilet or he'd end up with a swirly!
Okay, not really.
"But mommy!" came the reply,"da toiwet's not fwushing!"
(No, the inch of water on the floor was not caused by the toilet. But rather by that deceptively innocent looking little girl in the tub)
Several days later, ( not that I'm trying to draw attention to that little aspect) Luke finally unclogged the thing, using his ingenuity and a wire, and re-discovered the lost toothbrush.
What would we do without him?
Swirling vortex of terror indeed.
3. Even when I'm nine months pregnant, he still weighs more than me. And even when I wear my 5-inch heels, he's still an inch taller than me.
What about that can't a girl love and appreciate?
2. He's not a picky eater. He'll eat anything, and I mean anything I make at least once. Even if it's nasty or just, you know... a little burnt.
Except for this one time while we were dating in college. Let's just say it had to do with a slight... okay, maybe more than a slight, over-dosage of pepper.
Eh hem. Anyway.
1.He looks sexy in a tool belt, or anytime using tool, especially a power tool.
Sorry guys, I just can't help myself. It's totally hot.