Naughty or Nice?

Naughty or Nice? That is the question Mark needs to be asking himself.... Does he want Santa to visit him or is Santa going to take an assessment of his conduct and pass our house by...

On Monday while in the bathtub he decided his bath needed some added softness, and took a tub of Cetaphil lotion I have near the tub, twisted the lid off, dug his fat, stubby little fingers into the tub, and scooped out about 1/2 a cup of lotion and added it to his bath. He had silky smooth bath water and skin, I decided to skip washing his hair, pulled him out of the tub and got him dressed.

The next thing I knew I heard a crash on the main floor of the house, I went down stairs to investigate and discovered he had pushed the button on the refrigerator that spits out ice, and had a whole pile of ice on the floor. He was shuffling the ice around on the floor to see how far an ice cube will travel across a wood floor when propelled by little feet. Cleaned up the ice.

The next thing I knew he was up on his stool rearranging the pictures and decorations hung on my kitchen wall. Apparently he now fancies himself an interior decorator, along with a spa specialist, and frozen food expert.

This all happen in the first 45 minutes of the day. So what is a struggling mom to do, take him to grandma of course. (Ok, I did have to work so at least it was justified) I hear tell that his conduct at grandma's was not much better...

Later that evening, Rick was here eating dinner with us, and had was updated on Mark's conduct. Rick told Mark:

"When that mind of yours gets going you need to do constructive things."

Mark replied:

"I don't know any better." I repeated it several times. Somehow I think we got played...