A couple nights ago Max got into bed and something kept poking him.
He reached down and pulled out an empty ziploc bag.
He rolled over and was poked again.
Another bag.
And yet another.
He finally pulled out 5-6 bags, bewildered as to how and why they were in our bed.
The next day, he relayed this story to us and asked how they got there.
Andrew, with a huge smile on his face looked at me and said, "I did it when we got back from the Palumbos and I didn't love you or like you or want you!" (he was not obeying when we left and wouldn't get in the van so I told him Daddy would be spanking him when he got home).
Anyway, we thought it was so funny that he set a trap to get back at me!
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