"My dog ate my homework.
Well, not "ate it" exactly, but rather "peed on it."
No wait, we don't have a dog.
Oh that's right, my baby sister peed on it. Sorry"
I can see it now. The awkward, apologetic look on poor Logan's face as he hands over the now dried up, crumpled paper that had once been his math homework.
I guess in his case, Logan fortunately does not need to endure that humiliation as he will most likely walk over and simply place his finished homework sheet in the bin and collect his reward, without so much as uttering a word. Much less an explanation for it's new antiquely vintage look and feel.
The unintended occurrence:
I was sitting in our semi-newly acquired, cushy office chair that we recieved when Dan's parents were clearing out and distributing their furniture in preparation to leave for their mission.
I love this chair almost as much as my Logan does. It's his throne. The first place he runs to when he walks through the door.
Right now was my turn in the beloved cushy office chair, located awkwardly right between our living room and kitchen. I was sitting there reading a book when Emery decided she was feeling left out. So I picked her up and let her draw pictures for me up on the table I was seated at- which also happened to be right where the boys do their homework.
Being the ever-thoughtful mother that I am, I saw the homework sheet and purposely placed it behind her so as to avoid her scribbling on it in a scribble-monster frenzy.
But what I failed to observe was her overflowing diaper and sneaky urine- which cleverly spilled through the side of her diaper leaking all over the table- until after the damage was done.
Wow. I must be bored. Or just pretending to be...I rambled on this long about Emery peeing on Logan's homework. Ha!
Welcome to my life as a mother!
