So everything was really quiet in the world of Kelli, I was so happy to finally catch a break & relax when suddenly I realized that I hadn't put Boston down for his nap so there is no way that the little guy could be up to ANY good if the house was THIS quiet. I started looking for my little man, terrified that he got a hold of my pack of markers and snuck off to his room. Horrifying images of permanent markers coloring viciously all over my White walls and soft beige reading couch. I crept slowly awaiting what seemed to be a certain doom. "Huh.. he's not in his room. Oh lord! he's in MY room!" I thought to myself how horrible it is going to be to have to try to explain to my husband that Boston destroyed our bedroom, or worse.. our white sheets!! Flinging open the door & frantically searching my room I realized that Boston was still no where to be found. Then I heard a delightful giggle.. it was coming from .... The Bathroom. Scared of what I might find. Lotion sprayed on the walls..? Toilet paper decorating the floor? Or Shampoo covering every surface? I hesitated before I opened the door, ready to wince at the massive destruction that I just knew was behind it. Slowly and quietly I pushed forward. Low and behold there was my munchikin... Brushing his Teeth!!! not a single mess to be found! Smiling I asked him what he was doing, and all I got in return was a cheesy grin. Did I mention that it was a very Clean cheesy grin?
