Yesterday I was cleaning out a cooler from a neighborhood get together, I took out the extra sodas and beers and lined them up by my front door while I emptied the water out of the cooler. My plan was to immediately put the drinks away, but motherhood called, I got distracted and completely forgot about them.
Until late last night, after Zeb tucked Aubrey into bed. He was putting her in the bed and she said, “I would NEVER throw a beer bottle in the street like Emma did, Daddy.” According to the broken glass in the driveway, Emma’s completely confounded expression when asked if she had thrown a bottle AND Aubrey’s angst-filled confession the following morning- was a complete and total lie.
My question is this…what was it about a full glass bottle of beer that just screamed “water-balloon fight” to my five-year old? I guess next weekend she’ll be toilet papering yards and bashing in mailboxes with her new pink T-ball bat…
OHHHHH, I cannot WAIT for Aubrey to tell Mrs. Log this story. hee hee.