Yesterday I ran out of paper plates and was forced to use my Pyrex plates. I know, I know kill a tree? save a gallon of water? it's a dilemma. Everyone was at school except the two littlest and their little cousin. I was taking a Pyrex plate with three hot, hot dogs on it out of the microwave when it slipped out of my fingers hit my freshly shop-vacuumed floor, sweeping is way to much like work. It shattered into a brazillion pieces covering a 20 foot radius, and made an impressive, shattering glass, noise. I quickly stepped through the glass to grab the shop-vac. Joseph came running down the hall, "Dude! he exclaimed, obviously impressed with the loud crash.
"Dude!" I yelled, putting up my hand in the stop sign.
"Dude!" He explained, pointing at the shoes on his feet.
"Dude!" I threatened, pointing him back down the hall.
"Dude!" he muttered, rolling his eyes as he turned to go.
Thank you Disney for making communicating with boys so easy and effective.
