Mr. Ray pulled in front of his house yesterday and turned off the ignition. Grady tossed his bike aside, bolted across the cul-de-sac, and climbed up the door, and into the driver's side window of Mr. Ray's F-150. Grady is not shy. Just in case you needed some insight into his personality.
One day, during car play, I walked out to find Lillian and Grady on top of the car. I scolded them...after I took a picture.
The next day I
We are not careless parents. We hide all keys. We hide them so well, we can't find them. The hiding places change often, as Grady figures them out. This particular time, he had climbed on top of the stove, got into the cabinet, retrieved the correct keys, and then unlocked the dead bolted front door. He unlocked the car, got behind the wheel, stuck the key in the ignition, and turned. Car play is over. My life is over. If I run, will someone come find me and give me a
|Lillian, you are totally busted as the instigator|
|Say 'Cheesburger!' Now get off the damn car before daddy sees you.|
|This does not bode well for her teenage years.|