So last Christmas my hubby had this fantastic (note the sarcasm here, yep, there it is) idea to buy Blake a gigantic container of Bbs to go along with his auger. Blake has quite the john deere tractor collection, and he loves hauling and scooping things such as this. And altho Blake plays with them in moderation, for the most part, whenever someone comes to visit, the bbs come out, and they all have to be on the floor. Its just not fun if there not. Its not, really.
SO, how come Im the one picking them up? All 458, 706 of them!! I usually do make Blake clean up the little messes like that, tonight I just really wanted his room cleaned for the week. We are having some friends over on thursday, so I am trying to get the house in order. So 11:30 at night, I'm on the floor, magnet in hand, collecting little silver balls. I can't wait to see how tickled Blake is tomorrow when he wakes up to see his room in order. He is so funny about liking a neat room. Wonder where he gets that from =)
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