Things that really bug me

Things that really bug me.

1. Orange construction cones in long lines on the road, causing me to merge into the other lane of traffic.

2. People who completely ignore the signs telling us that everyone will be needing to merge into the other lane of traffic, and speed forward in the lane being eliminated and expect the people at the front of the line (who merged back when they were supposed to) to let them butt in front of everyone else who knew enough to merge back when the traffic was actually moving, thus causing the traffic to move even slower. (because apparently, wherever they need to go is WAY more important than where everyone else needs to go) (and they're stupid)

3. People who let the rude people from #2 in front of them.

4. Getting past all of the construction cones only to discover that there is no construction happening anywhere.


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The best compliment that I have received this week.

"I like these cookies, they taste like clay, but better than clay."

Max MacGyver

Remember how Max likes to pretend that his toy cars are garbage cans?
Do you also remember how we've been taking away his cars every time he has an "accident" and I need to wash his underwear?

Due to the frequency and severity of the recent "accidents" Max has been without his cars for quite a while.

A few days ago, I heard the unmistakable sound of Max impersonating the garbage truck. I knew I had put his cars away, so I went to investigate.

Max was sitting in the middle of the living room floor with his cars lined up in a row. He was using the biggest car as a garbage truck, and emptying the "garbage cans" into the truck.

"Max!" I said "How did you get your cars??"

It was then that I realized that instead of being smart and putting the storage box full of his cars in it's special "time out" spot in the top of his closet, I had been very lazy and just stuffed it under the living room couch. (Yes, I have learned something from this experience)

I then put Max's cars away where they should have been in the first place.

Max cried.

And cried.

And cried..............

I reminded him that all he needed to do to get the cars back was to poop IN THE POTTY, and NOT in his underwear.

The next day, I again heard the unmistakable sound of Max's version of the garbage truck, this time coming from his room.
When I went in to investigate, (because I knew that there was no way that he could have reached the cars on the top shelf in his closet) I found him sitting on his bedroom floor with his milk lid collection (yes, he collects milk lids......)

He had the milk lids lined up in a row, and he was using the chocolate milk lid as the garbage truck.

I took the milk lids away.

Because I'm mean.

(Hey! He still hadn't pooped in the potty!)

Max just looked at me like I was nuts, and walked out of the room.

A few hours later, I heard those darned garbage truck noises again.
This time, he's got his shoes lined up as the garbage cans, and one of his church shoes is being used as the garbage truck.

I get down on the floor with him and ask "Max, if I take your shoes away from you, then what will you use to play garbage truck?"
Max looked at me very thoughtfully and said:

"My underwear!!"

Which I thought to be rather appropriate considering all the "garbage" that his underwear has been full of this week.

I've decided that I just can't win this one.

I'm very happy to report that last night, Max did what was required of him, and is now happily playing with his cars.

(I gave him back his milk lids also)