Monday, July 07, 2008

"I'm imagining."

That's always Spyder's answer when I find him doing something odd. Not necessarily something that he shouldn't do, but just . . . odd.

Last night he was taking a bit too long with his shower, so I knocked on the bathroom door to hurry him a bit. Immediately after my knock, I heard a *thud* "OW!" I opened the door to find out what was going on.

Skeeter's sink was filled with shaving cream. Spyder was standing in front with shaving cream all over his feet. We had the usual Mom Inquisition.

ME: What were you doing?

SPYDER: Oh, I needed to wash my feet.

ME: You didn't do that in the shower?

SPYDER: Uh. Yes?

ME: So then what were you really doing?

SPYDER: I was imagining that I was making this really cool acid paste that would blow up the door.

Life is never dull around here.



Vanessa said...

I'm glad to see you instill a good sense of creativity in your kiddos!

smalltownmom said...

And if his feet were actually in the shaving cream-filled sink at some point, then he is also very flexible.

Noodle said...

Vanessa: Creativity? Oh yes. They have it in spades.

SmallTownMom: He was in the sink. The *thud* was him jumping out!

My Goodness said...

Oh the laughs in your house...because you HAVE to laugh, right?