Oh My!

I was using the vacuum when Tate handed me some toilet paper. It was still attached in the bathroom and strung clear across the house. Luckily, I had put on a fresh roll for him just an hour earlier. He thought it made a pretty good road. He was pretty grouchy all day. This evening, Brett and I were having a wrapping paper tube battle and I got stabbed in the chest then dropped to the floor. Tate thought it was so funny. He kept hitting me with the tube and I would slump to the floor then he would throw himself on the ground.