I walked into my kitchen this evening to find this mess. And this is a typical man, right here. Swimsuit magazine? Check. One sock on, one sock off? Check. Pizza coupons? Check. He has all the necessary requirements to be a man - except the remote. Though I'm sure that's within arm's reach as well.
He was having quite a good time tearing apart the magazine.
And checking out his dinner options.
Apparently he's not too fond of this year's styles. Though I think he has a crush on the lady on page 18.
However, when I asked him to clean up?
He happily obliged. NOT your typical man.
Here you go, mama!
So I told him I refuse to be the middle man, and pulled out the trash can. And made him clean up his own mess.
Down to the last itty, bitty piece of paper.
I'm all done mama, can you make me dinner now?
1 comment:
That's soooo cute! Well, at least he's saving some money asking you to make it instead of asking for that pizza! LOL
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