There's a wrestling match in my pants

PPT is a sneaky little bastard. He loves nothing more than to play with a toy for a few minutes, enjoy it immensely, and then promptly hide it where either Babe or I will unknowingly find it.

For a long time, the freezer was his drug of choice. Everything he hid, he hid in the freezer. He literally froze EVERYTHING. That ended when the plastic cup he had filled with water and two army men exploded, destroying the cup and the army men. Somebody should explain the whole "expanding molecules" thing to him.

Lately, he's been playing with his Lego characters in the shower and strategically placing them in hidden spots we will only find 3-5 days later. Nothing brightens your day like finding a Star Wars Stormtrooper behind your John Frieda shampoo.

Hey, you've got to enjoy the little things in life.

So yesterday, when I went to remove my pants that I hang dry from the hanger in the hallway, I wasn't too surprised to find this:

I know the picture isn't that great, so I'll just tell you that it's three wrestlers fighting on my pants. The one in the belt loop doesn't seem to be faring so well, so I'll pray for him.

My kids freaking rock.

4 people used their Big Boy words to communicate:

Jade said...

Love it Shannon.

That wrestler, the one straddling the waistband, is at our house too. He is on the alarm clock in our bedroom.

Having kids is funny sometimes!

Veronica Harmonica said...

Oh my gosh. It's crap like this that makes me want small humans of my own. PPT rules.

WheresMyAngels said...

That is hysterical! Kinda gives me flashbacks about that movie where the toy soilders came to life!! lol

Life on Bonnie Lane said...

This so cracks me up. I live with boys too. You never know what you're going to find, but as long as I'm not finding dog poop on my ceiling (yes, really!), I don't worry too much any more.