The other day, Evan came upstairs and I noticed that his socks and the bottom of his pants were completely soaked. With a sense of foreboding, I headed downstairs to investigate. As soon as my feet hit the bottom of the floor my socks were also soaked through. There was a good inch of water in the bathroom, and the carpets outside of it were completely drenched. Further investigation revealed that Evan had stuffed an entire bowlful of animal crackers down the bathroom sink, clogging it, and then turned on the faucet. And I had, just two hours before, been remarking how little mischief Evan has gotten into compared to Wesley's antics when he was younger. Well, this one makes up for all of that missed time.....
This evening at dinner Wesley made up an impromptu story, complete with gesticulations, intense tonal inflections, and facial expressions. The story he created goes as follows (recorded as verbatim as my memory can serve): "Once upon a time, there was a GIANT marshmallow! And at dinner, he ate everything on the table, even the big things! He ate all of the big things all gone, and was very, very full. So, he went to his house. He has a great big castle, up in the sky. And he was so full, he went to sleep. The end."
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