There. I feel better now.
The Drama King reigned for a good fifteen minutes (at least), and I got these pictures of him in all his glory. He kept calling out for "help" from his bedroom, which usually means he's purposely gotten himself stuck in some way. So I grabbed my camera, of course.
He yelled, "No!! Don't take a picture of me! Don't show this to anybody!" I told him I wouldn't, unless he did it again. After helping him out of his toy box, I asked him how in the world he managed to get stuck in there...so he showed me, and got stuck again.
It was at this point that I said, "If you keep this up, I'm putting it on the blog." He had been a little upset that I was taking pictures of his dire predicament (mad faces alternating with giggles)...but then, I guess, the "starved-for-attention" middle child decided that attention was good, especially if it bought him a little notoriety on the blog.
I went back to what I had been doing, only to be pulled back to my closet by Grace who told me he was stuck again and needed "hep."
Really, if I knew you were going to be seeing my closet, I would have picked up a bit. This is where all of the unloved (read: un-picked up) toys go to sleep until they are loved again. As well as unloved (read: unloved) dumbbells.
He demonstrated again, although this time I didn't ask. (Going by his version, he was sucked back in through the clothes.)
See why Jason (repeatedly) tells people that this blog is cathartic? It saves my sanity.
That, and chocolate.
HaHa. This could only happen to Josiah..... On second thought it could possibly happen to Grace to.
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