I'm Going Gray

Sean is determined to turn every last strand of my hair gray.

You know the old "Terrible Two's" saying, well, the three's are no picnic either. Sean is a a one-man path of destruction. You can literally follow his trail thru the house (and I usually do, gathering an armload of crap to put away or sweep up.)

If there are things on a counter or tabletop within his reach- he must sweep them to the floor. If there is a basket of clothes waiting to be put away, he will empty it for you, then hop in his little boat begging for a ride. If there is a toy box sitting nicely in a room, he will make sure every item is removed and as many as possible get stuffed in the heat vents or fireplace ash box. Got items on the bathroom counter? He will make sure they get a proper flushing in the potty. Wondering where the remote control to the tv is? Look no further than Sean! It's probably behind the sofa or stuffed in a cushion. Tired of seeing tidy rows of books on shelves? Sean is happy to solve that for you, books should be piled, then scattered via a foot tornado across the floor. DVDs go in cases? Nahhhhhh, the paper covers are a food group, they should be eaten with gusto & the DVDs should be used to buff the wood floors.

"This too shall pass."
"This too shall pass."
"This too shall pass."

Surely, Sean's older brother (aka the Frito Bandito, according to Grampa Larry) had absolutely no influence on younger brother's blossoming talents as a wrecking ball!



Actually, he probably did, and don't call him Shirley.