Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Who?! Meeeee????

We've been laying the bar stools at the bottom of the stairs to keep a certain 4-legged family member from relieving herself on the carpet upstairs. So far, it has been successful; which is funny knowing Molly. Generally she will do her best to bust down any sort of barricade. Not because she wants past it so badly, but mostly because you had the audacity to put it up in the first place.

Yesterday I noticed that one of the boys had decided to drag the chair off the stairs and half-way across the curly maple hardwood flooring. (Which, by the way, is the poorest decision of flooring for a house with young children and dogs. Or anyone with feet for that matter. It's like walking on China. You know that any move you make will ultimately cause a scratch on the beautiful finish. It will certainly be my demise if we don't get out of this house soon.) But, I digress...

The chair-dragging had put a deep, white scratch across the floor for about 10 feet. I'm not exaggerating when I say you could see this damn thing from the space station. (Okay, maybe a slight exaggeration...) I confronted the Eldest when he came down stairs in search of another brownie:

Me: "Did you see the big scratch across the floor from you dragging the chair across it?!"

Him: "Yeah. It's pwetty bad, huh?"

Me: "DUDE! If you knew it was scratching the floor, why did you do it?!"

Him: "Oh...No, no, no. I meant to say, 'What chair?!'"

(Pray for that child.)