Last night, Braxton wanted to make cookies. I was up in my bed because it was late (like 7:30!). Suddenly, I hear something fall and clearly break. I just knew it was my favorite slate sign that sits on our kitchen counter. After about 10 minutes, he comes upstairs with this:
Braxton comes in with the said slate sign and says, "It's good as new, Mom!" Uhhh, I don't recall there being bright blue duct tape all over it. Then, just like that, it flops over in half because the said tape couldn't hold it. "Don't worry, Mom. It has character now. It's good as new!"
The cookies were delicious by the way!