The next thing I know, Addy is telling me that Andrew has all of the eggs out and is throwing them on the floor-----the RAW eggs. I ran up to find cracked eggs all over the floor.
The pictures were taken after they had already started wiping it up (all around). You can imagine my thoughts though, upon walking in to see piles of cracked eggs (about 6 or 7) all over the floor.
...This is doubly sad because I had just mopped the floors a few days ago--and anyone that really knows me knows that I hate mopping floors. I was hoping to not have to do that again for a while.
He doesn't look very remorseful does he?
Moral to the story: Just let the dog in!
3 comments:
Oh sad! You know you should tell him that those chicken work SO HARD and making and Pooping out them eggs!!! How Rude!
I love his face in the first picture. This is exactly why we have a lock on our fridge because Alessia would get into it and destroy everything.
OOh, my heavens. Why do children abuse us so???
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