The Battle Cry of the Construction Queen

Don't throw that on the floor. I just vacuumed!~

{The cry that's echoed throughout our house lately}.

Don't throw that cereal on the floor. I just vacuumed!
Don't walk on the floor. I just vacuumed!

And even an occassional: Don't throw that frog on the floor. I just vacuumed!

{Thank goodness it was only a toy frog.}

Come to think of it, I believe I'm the Vacuum Queen rather than the Construction Queen.

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I made pizza bagels for lunch today (at 3 p.m. - we're still on a late schedule). I'd just gotten off the phone with mom, and was trying to figure out where the remainder of the block of mozzarella had disappeared to.

So. I asked each of the kids if they'd eaten it. I went down my short little row and ended at number 3, Carter. The guilty party by far.

He was standing there watching me as I asked the other two. Although {at 23 months} he is much too young to have a guilty look on his face, he looked at me and right away, pointed to his mouth, "Cheeeee!!!".

Oh the honesty of the innocent.