Another random, for your viewing pleasure.

This year, I was an over-acheiving, diligent mother who bought her son's school supplies months ago, to properly teach him about preparedness and organization. Everything has been neatly waiting in my reusable shopping bags in the appropriate closet until the fateful day when the supplies get to meet their new home for the next 9 months.

Wait.

What?

What REALLY happened was, my mom took my son shopping for his school supplies, because if she didn't I would have been running around Target like a crazy person the first day of school. His supplies were in plastic Walmart bags on the top shelf of the closet, a closet which is not necessarily designated for school supplies or the like. And then, the night before Meet the Teacher and Bring in Your Supplies Day, I scramble to make sure I have everything and mark everything accordingly.

But apparently Brandon felt there was something missing from his school supplies. So he added it himself.

This little guy was in the bag, and I didn't even know it. I was trying to make conversation with another mom at Meet The Teacher when she pointed and said, "What is that?"


Brandon says that this "guy" was not behaving when he was out shopping with Grandma. So he was being punished. With a larger-than-life sticker on his head and a "bib."

Because we all know that when we're not behaving, the best way to be punished is to wear a bib.


P.S. Pay no attention to my antique-and-falling-apart table with a candle wax spot on it. I have more important things to do around here, people. Like taking pictures of my kids' random toys.