I stepped on another die-cast airplane. It hurt. It bled. A lot. Band-aids don't stick to the bottom of your foot.
I can't count the number of times I have asked the kids to pick up toys so I don't have to navigate a mine field every night.
It made me think about whether or not there are things of mine that I can't seem to remember to put away. Yep, here it is...
8 pairs of shoes! They were all in the shoe basket in the living room. No wonder it was full.
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Come on Mom...teach by example. JK. You remind me of Jeron. He leaves his shoes all over our house.
I hate hate hate stepping on things especially in the middle of the night. I ran into an open door last night. FUN Times.
By the way I hadn't see all your post below the Amy Escape so I went and commented on them. Tell Tara I am so proud of her.
Haha...kinda funny!
At least they were in a basket!
At least they were in the basket! I'm impressed.
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