Living Life… Wackbards

… and I don’t care.

She is pulling DVDs off the rack, one by one, gleefully “reading” each case front to back. Normally she’d be warned for going anywhere near the DVD rack. But today I’m tired, she’s safely in my plain view, and most importantly, Jason’s going to be the one that will re-organize them later. They’re his babies… he HAS to have his movies in alphabetical order.

I know, I know. Consistency is key. She’ll never learn to stay away from them when I’m doing things like this. I’m pretty sure we’ll just move the DVDs to our bedroom anyway.  It’s just such good entertainment when she’s talking to herself & doesn’t know anyone’s listening.

Alright, it was time to stop. She opened one of the cases and started taking the bare DVD over to Jason’s Xbox. I just had to snap a picture of the end result, though… don’t worry, she didn’t see me doing it. That’s like “no-no” suicide! If she sees me taking a picture of something, that’s assumed language for “mommy likes it.”

Oh man… Jason’s gonna kill me.