I can't believe it's already Friday again. I feel like I haven't even written anything good this week, and if I'm only as good as my last post, WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT ME?
In other news, Thaddeus is on his first ever field trip today. It happens to be at the fire station right behind my house and I'm thinking of crashing. Sure, the teachers may not appreciate me bringing three more little kids to the firehouse, but on the other hand, HEY! IT'S A FIRE TRUCK!
Which, incidentally, reminds me of the time that Thaddeus set my couch on fire... Oh, I never told you that story? It goes like this.
I do hair. I blow dry people all the time. My kids like to help with the blow drying because it has buttons and it is shiny. I cannot blame them for their fascination because I also get distracted by shiny things with buttons. Especially when those shiny things are new 1875 watt blow dryers with variable speeds and retractable cords.
Anyhow.
Thaddeus was pretty small, maybe two or three. And he got the notion that he should use the blow dryer. I was in the bathroom at the time, deciding if I was done throwing up or not, (!yay pregnancy!) when I heard the blow dryer turn on. I remember yelling at him to turn it off, and he didn't. I didn't go out to investigate because as it turns out, I wasn't done with the throwing up just yet.
When I finally emerged from the bathroom and walked into the living room, my couch was smoking.
He had the dryer on the hottest setting, and he had placed the nozzle directly on the fabric. I ran/waddled over there and when I pulled back the dryer, there were small flames (!go oxygen!)
and a nozzle sized hole in the couch.
It was awesome.
And it smelt really badly so I had to go back and throw up some more.
And that concludes the story about the first time Thaddeus ever set something on fire.
(I just decided that he had to have been two because I was pregnant with Daniel. So, yeah. A two year old set the couch on fire.... We like to hone our delinquency skills early.)
