The other morning Brady was trying to send me a message. It was a bit encrypted so I can only assume the following: 1. He is low on some mineral only present in potting soil 2. We need to spend more time outside where digging up plant life is acceptable 3. He was testing the flying velocity of potting soil vs. Nerf balls 4. He thought the living room would look nice with an accent of deep dark brown soil.
To say the least I was not happy with his choice of morning activity. Where was I you ask? Upstairs with Mallory for 9.2 minutes. Our boy works fast. He was like a cat in a litter box. Dig, dig, throw, throw!!! You can see the disappointment in his face that I had the nerve to interrupt such a marvelous time. He now calls me party pooper instead of Mom.
It took me 40 minutes to clean up the mess and I even had to buy more potting soil. Mr. B has been under close supervision for the past few days. In coordination with the weather, Brady is on thin ice.
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