Yesterday, my son decided that a good use of his downtime was to take a knife and stab a perfectly good cantaloupe repeatedly. I found it on our counter in the morning. As a result, the Taz got woken up by the wrath of his mom, and all his electronics taken away to show him what bored really feels like.
When I came home, I found a few new gifts and this note:
“Dear Mom. I’m sorry for cutting the canalope. To prove it I’m giving you my best lanyard and I bought a new canalope. Please forgive me! 🙂 ”
I mean, how can I even stay mad?
He is either really, really cute for doing this, or one hell of a manipulator. Either way, I fell hook, line, and sinker.
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