I would like to meet the child that was the muse for Mark Twain's Tom Sawyer. If he was a contemporary author, I would swear that he was blog stalking me and creating his characters after my soon to be five year old. Not that Andrew is quite that mischievous...yet. It is just that he often amazes (and is it okay to say terrifies?) me with his thought processes. I never saw the world the way Andrew sees it. I don't remember being quite so "resourceful." Perhaps my mom can chime in and disagree. But really where on earth does he get this?!?!?!
Earlier this week I asked Andrew to please take care of his morning chores, which include taking the recycling down to the basement garage. He is usually pretty good about helping, but that day he had no desire to go to the basement. He pitched a fit, he told me he was scared, told me there were monsters down there, told me he was lonely, and told me he was hungry. Andrew threw open the pantry and started searching for something to feed his starving belly. That is when his eye caught the BBQ tongs. And at the same moment his little brother (aka: victim) walked in the room. I picked up the camera, because I thought it was a cute idea, to make picking up the garbage a fun game. I had no clue what was about to happen. (my brain doesn't work that way, remember).
"Okay, but then you will have to take the recycling downstairs. I will open the doors for you."
"It too hard, you hold 'dese' and I carry the 'wecycling'."