I sure had a blonde moment this morning. Ryan celebrated his sixth birthday yesterday. One of his gifts was Mouse Trap. He loves it and cannot wait to play it. Neither could his little brother. While his big brother was at kindergarten, Kyle begged for me to open the game. He pleaded. He begged some more. I said no. I could see from the box that there were a lot of parts. I just didn't have time. I wasn't in the mood to pull out the directions. I told him my usual "Wait until Daddy gets home. He's good at that sort of thing."
I started to clean up for a visit from the in-laws. Guilt started oozing while I washed my floors. Just follow the diagrams. Take it line by line. You can do it. I quickly washed the floors and played with Kyle.
I pulled out the directions for the game. I pulled out the instructions for putting all of the pieces together. Insert blonde moment here. I have never played the game and didn't know that the GOAL OF THE GAME IS TO BUILD THE MOUSE TRAP. I put the whole game together. I was so proud of myself. Well, until I pulled out the directions to the game and realized that the kiddos are supposed to put the mousetrap together piece by piece as they play. Damn.
Oh man. I giggled at myself for the rest of the morning. So yes friend, my hair is blonde. It sure is.