The Waste Basket

Got up at 6:00 this morning to explain to the boy child how his behasvior the night before was not acceptable.  I was at work, but it ended up with him going to bed without dinner because he sassed back to his mom.

I had made a list of things for him to do, prior to going to work and he blew it off.

SO- one of the things was his usual Wednesday night chore of emptying the waste baskets.  A perfectly reasonable chore for an (almost) 11 year old boy.

You all know the struggles with the waste basket.

"Can I take the trash out now?"
"Did you finish the waste baskets?"
"Yes"
"Did you get the one in the laundry room?"
"No"
"Did you get the one at the tech center?"
"NO, but that's the hardest ONE!"

Yes, people.  There is a waste basket in the house which is difficult.

A waste basket.  This is a woven basket with an open top.  Into which persons walking by, toss trash.

There is not a secret code which must be entered to insert or remove the waste.

A drop of blood from a newborn lamb is not required to be placed into a port in order to open the waste basket.

The president's fingerprint is not required to open the waste basket.

Ahhhh good times.

Some days RULE!