Bashful and I made chocolate pudding a couple nights ago. Luscious, creamy chocolate pudding. I gave the boys some the first night it was made and left the rest for another night. They devoured what was in their bowls and were left with chocolate mustaches.
Last night, I was on the phone for a while. I became a teenager again and chatted a while with a friend. I didn't realize that things had gotten very quiet until I came upstairs. The house was deserted and I realized they had all gone outside to enjoy the cool evening weather.
I let them have a half an hour of outdoor bliss before calling them inside. With the baby by my side, I decided to finish my dinner while watching my favorite summer show. Happy came in the house and noticed my hastily made food and asked if he could have some, too. Slowly dragging my eyes from the twirling dancers, I looked up at him and screamed.
He looked like he had gotten into a fight with the cat over the chocolate pudding. It was all over his face. Three things went through my mind at this point. First, he was over at the neighbor's house playing with the neighbor boy and his brothers. Second, what the neighbors must think of me. Finally, I realized he had gotten into the fridge while I was on the phone and made use of the rest of the pudding.
With outrage in my voice, I told him to go wash his face. Sleepy came over to me at that point and when I got a good look at his face, I was appalled. He had a growing bruise on his right eyebrow.
I demanded an explanation of Bashful and Grumpy. They finally remembered that he received that bruise from earlier on in the day. They had been horsing around as usual. I also asked them why in the world they didn't notice that Happy was covered in chocolate pudding. They looked at me as if I were insane. Happy? Covered in pudding? How absurd.
Last night, I was on the phone for a while. I became a teenager again and chatted a while with a friend. I didn't realize that things had gotten very quiet until I came upstairs. The house was deserted and I realized they had all gone outside to enjoy the cool evening weather.
I let them have a half an hour of outdoor bliss before calling them inside. With the baby by my side, I decided to finish my dinner while watching my favorite summer show. Happy came in the house and noticed my hastily made food and asked if he could have some, too. Slowly dragging my eyes from the twirling dancers, I looked up at him and screamed.
He looked like he had gotten into a fight with the cat over the chocolate pudding. It was all over his face. Three things went through my mind at this point. First, he was over at the neighbor's house playing with the neighbor boy and his brothers. Second, what the neighbors must think of me. Finally, I realized he had gotten into the fridge while I was on the phone and made use of the rest of the pudding.
With outrage in my voice, I told him to go wash his face. Sleepy came over to me at that point and when I got a good look at his face, I was appalled. He had a growing bruise on his right eyebrow.
I demanded an explanation of Bashful and Grumpy. They finally remembered that he received that bruise from earlier on in the day. They had been horsing around as usual. I also asked them why in the world they didn't notice that Happy was covered in chocolate pudding. They looked at me as if I were insane. Happy? Covered in pudding? How absurd.
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