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.
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.
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…..
PAXTON! COME HERE!
“Are you calling meeeee, Giant Mud Puddle?”
I mean, WHAT is a boy to do?
Oh wait, that’s right….
WALK RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF IT WHILE DADDY AND UNCLE DAN WATCH.
You all, I am all about Puddle Parties, but not in nice clothes away from home! 🙂
Pictures tell the greatest stories, don’t they?