Ethan comes up to me this morning, pen in one hand, paper in the other.
"mommy, Can you write Keep Out please"
rummage, rummage rummage through the junk drawer.
Pitter patter pitter patter. Door Shuts.
Cameron starts crying.
It was a Keep Out sign that I wrote. Ethan found the tape and taped it to his bedrom door, and shut the door on Cam.
Sibling fights are starting. gah
In other news...lots to post about, but not in the mood to right now.
Bought more scrapbooking stuff, when I'll scrapbook, hell if I know. Sure looks purdy though.