Unexplored Territory

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

And the answer to the question was....

Nothing.

"What are you doing out there?"

"Nothing."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"So really, not doing a thing out there? Not getting into anything ... nothing?"

"Whaaat? I'm not doing ANYthing.

Oh really?

4 Comments:

Anonymous said...: sand? powdered sugar? crack? what is it?!
sounds so familiar....; 5:28 PM
Anonymous said...: ha! Robin, i think it's crack! Mere's a crack mama! ;o) LOVE IT!; 5:57 PM
Knitting Maniac said...: Well, he said it was flour. Who knows, really.; 10:49 PM
Anonymous said...: Oh, so he finally admitted it was something, huh? LOL!

I used to "bust" my kids doing something in their bedroom when I was sitting in the livingroom. They never knew how I knew, they just thought Mom had special powers.

Well, she did. She had the power to realize that the glass stereo doors were positioned perfectly so that I could see their every move in the reflection.; 9:37 AM

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I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.

The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.

The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.

The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.

The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.