25 | April | 2013 | 4 little Fergusons

Once upon a time, there was a mischievous boy named Paxton.

He was such a good, pleasant little boy, but he just seemed to get himself into messy predicaments.

A LOT.

Case in point, yesterday at Hobby Lobby. If you follow us on Facebook, you already read about this. Here was my status update:

Oh my goodness, whose naughty child is throwing ribbon spools and watching them roll at Hobby Lobby while mommy’s back is turned?
Oh wait. Mine.
{SIGH}

Yup, that would be my Paxton. He told me as he cleaned them up that they were “Truck Tires”. I made him apologize to the clerk and got out of there asap. My other kids NEVER did this kind of thing, I don’t even know where to hide when he does this stuff. Someone on Facebook suggested I hollar, “Where are your parents?” Haha, I liked that one! 🙂

So on the particularly lovely day that this next story takes place, Paxton and his family were spending some time together walking around the Fairgrounds.

They had a lovely time, but before he knew it, it was time to head home!

While Mommy was helping Avery with a mini crisis in the car for TWO STINKIN’ SECONDS, Paxton found an opportunity to meander over to a giant mud puddle.

It was a lovely puddle. And it seemed to be calling his name…..

Hey Paxton….

Paxton!

PAXTON! COME HERE!

“Are you calling meeeee, Giant Mud Puddle?”

I mean, WHAT is a boy to do?