Fifteen minutes of mischief is all it takes.07:52:00
Today's post on the blog has come about after reading this yesterday over at Fat Mum Slim's blog and upon laughing at the delights that can only come with being a mum. How appropriate that my two were also up to what can only be described as no good. It always surprises me what the cheeky monkeys get up to when you are not watching. Even if only for 10-15 minutes or so.
As I was posting my Autumn delights and having a great old time singing away to the Mama's and Papa's yesterday morning, my kids were up to mischief. Well Hugh was, which he delightfully admitted to and proceeded to demonstrate...again...
Thats all it takes apparently. Fifteen minutes to administer the following in the backyard with a loooooooooooong trail of hay bail twine.. Good Lord!!!
The trail of mischief is depicted as follows...
Out of the shed
Around the lemon tree
Through the bushes. The chook was not impressed, nor was I.
Up and across the verandah.
To end up all tangled in the bike. This was what I ran into when I came outside to put the clothes on the line. My reaction can only be described as being a 'what the hell' is going on in my head but with a somewhat strained smile on my face. What can I say, it was a little bit funny. I am still intrigued how the tangled end came to be. I will laugh if I hear Hugh rode that bike to its fate. ha ha!!
Its a pretty good tangle job I reckon. Its a shame it wasn't a 'follow the string to find an awesome present at the end' job. Now that would have been impressive. An early mothers day present perhaps...
Thankfully the retrieval did not take as long as I had anticipated with my trusty scissors and besides it was sunny outside so all the better. Where were the kids after the fact you ask?
Well they were propped up inside on the couch of course. All snuggled up with their blankets having a morning soiree watching ABC 2, all very smug with their efforts indeed.
Bless their cotton socks.
That bail twine is going to be stored where they won't be able to unravel it ever again. Unless they are tying up the veggies to stakes of course. Then they can go to town!
So tell me. What have yours truly got up to when you weren't looking. Purple eyebrows or a path of twine destruction?
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