Get the story straight before you blog it!

So, here's the real story!!!

William was such a joy on Saturday! You know what they say - if he would have been the first born, he would have been an only child!

So, I was trying to make William a plate of tacos and he decided he was going to first drive the motorcycle up and down the refrigerator, that I was trying to open - to get the stuff for his tacos - then he was driving the motorcycle on the floor around my feet - as I was trying to make his tacos - then he decided it would be fun to drive the motorcycle through the icing on the cake that Mark had just finished that we were taking to a friends house in a matter of minutes. Now, keep in mind that after the first two incidents, I calmly asked him to stop with the motorcycle. By the time he was driving the motorcycle through the icing, I was over the top and yes, did take the motorcycle and threw it into the living room where the piece of cheap junk broke into several pieces!!

Poor William was so sad and yes, I did feel bad and did apologize to him. He was also very happy to play with the Playmobile motorcycles. He was even happier on Sunday when Kyle found three more motorcycles in the Playmobile boxes. So, now he has three bad guys, the police officers, and two good guys, the men on the black bikes! That's William's interpretation, not mine!

Maybe next time he'll listen, but I doubt it!!