When stealing is OK
Sometimes my kids steal my stuff.
A lot of the time it bugs me.
Sometimes it bugs me a lot.
Sometimes I could care less.
This was one of those times when i could care less...
You see, I actually bought a hamster wheel. It was 60 cents, half off. ....and we don't have a hamster.
I did have a plan for the wheel though, but before I could get to starting on it, my bebes stole it.
...and like I said before, it didn't bug me.
It didn't bug me because they learned about centrifugal force.
It didn't bug me because I think they had more fun with it than I did.
It didn't bug me because...well, who gets bugged over that type of thing anyway?
Me, that's who...I often let this type of thing bug me....but not today.
Today they played. Today I just watched. ...and today I was not bugged. Win-win-win.
Eventually, they got sick of the hamster wheel, and I went on to make my project .
(no, I can't show it to you yet...soon!)
Along with the hamster wheel, I picked up this stand? thing? for 25 cents. I liked the shape and thought it might be fun painted bright kelly green or something. At the moment it works ok for storing office and art supplies. However, I think the boys could think of something more entertaining to do with it. Maybe I'll leave it out for them to "steal"...
I wonder if I've learned my lesson about stealing...