BIL wins a set of blinking lights for his forehead today that scream, "Me dad, not mom". Left to his own devices with his cherubs here are his short stories:
Start Saving for Therapy!
BigSis was taking nephew1&2 along with cherub 1 overnight tonight to her friends house. They were bringing the kids to an ICarly cooking class tomorrow. (Fun!) I have cherub 2&3 with nephew3 tonight. So...when nephews 1&2 were leaving, BIL told nephew3 that they were going to the dentist, overnight. So nephew3 will clearly be in dentist therapy before the age of 6. The poor kid now thinks if you don't take care of his teeth~you have to go to the OVERNIGHT dentist.
Which Bottle Is It?
When trying to give feverish nephew2 his motrin BIL 1)tried the PURPLE bottle, then nephew2 told him that wasn't it, 2)tried the RED bottle, then nephew2 told him that wasn't it. Before he could finish his medicine saga, BigSis interrupted his story and said 'how about trying the bottle that says MOTRIN!' She continued to tell him, "You are SO making the blog today!"