"Smelly Hunter, Smelly Hunter"

Hunter did great today, which is a lot more than we can say for his mama! He's so smart that he even thought of a way to prevent a repeat of the football tackle pile up from last week...and that, my friends, would be poor hygeine.

As I was finishing my hair this morning I heard some loud whining quickly followed by even louder banging coming from the front of the house. This usually means that Hunter has pulled tupperware or the milk shake maker or the mixer or some pots and pans or...you get the idea...from the bottom cabinets to throw around the kitchen, but this weekend James child-proofed all of our cabinets. So I sat there thinking, "My kid is a GENIUS!! He's already figured out how to open the child-proofed cabinets!" with a mix of pride and panic. But when I walked into the kitchen, this is what I saw...

Notice how the trash can is in three pieces.


Then when we went outside to leave, Hunter decided to put his hand in the dirty rain water at the bottom of the grill as I'm locking the door.

Apparently he thinks the stinkier you are, the tougher you appear, and although that is totally disgusting, I have to give my kid props. He's pretty clever.

Hunter didn't have one tear when I left this morning, just a confused look when I walked out instead of his teacher since she was the one that he repeatedly told bye bye to when I started saying bye bye. He's so sweet:) It really couldn't have been a better day!