Why try to explain miracles to your kids when you can just have them plant a garden. ~Robert Brault,
Saturday, August 10, 2013
you know you're married to an engineer when . . .
Last night, I had a meeting, and left my kids in the hands of their capable, adoring father. It seemed that all was well when I got home- kids had been bathed and were in bed, dishes were done, the house was in order, the hubby was kicking back with a movie and some popcorn.
The night passed uneventfully.
So imagine my surprise when I woke up in the morning and found THIS:
What? You may ask. There is nothing unusual about this kid (except the fact that he is the most adorable toddler on the planet) but let's take a closer look.
No? Still you see nothing unusual about this cutie patooty?
* Rafeeki voice ( you know, from The Lion King?)* Loook haaarder . . . .
There! You see that?! Definitely proof that my kids are being exposed to an engineer's ways of thinking! I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Seems that on the night dad was in charge, at bedtime, there was a sore lack of clean PJ pants. All poor hubby could scrounge up were the old worn out elastic PJ pants that don't stay up. So he improvised:
Problem solved! Where's the popcorn?
This is what you get when you marry an engineer.