
Here's the story. I was talking a shower while Tyson was engrossed in watching "Cars" and building with his blocks. Half way through getting the soap out of my hair I hear, "Clank, Clank, Clink, Clank." "WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?" I peek out the shower curtain to find that Tyson isn't watching "Cars" or playing with his blocks. OH NO! He has found something much more interesting to do, using mom's hair brush as a toilet cleaner. YUCK!!

That is funny, I know. But at the time the cuteness wasn't so cute. And his reign of terror wasn't
over. Thirty minutes later he has the trash can open digging for the Pops box which has characters of "Cars" on it. Now this box isn't exactly clean, it is covered in breakfast eggs, milk and other things. And he wants to play with it. I am through buying expensive toys, because all I need to entertain my son is a toilet, brush, trash can and trash. Life is simple now..LOL

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