Oh, the drama.

Chris got in trouble today and I told him he couldn't have any TV time tonight. (His TV time usually involves "The Land Before Time" or "Bill Nye The Science Guy".)

He ate dinner, we read some about snakes, and then we were just sitting around - I was reading (Debbie Macomber's When Christmas Comes) and he was drawing (He drew an outline of his hand in yellow marker and then drew a stem and leaves in green and made a freakin' flower! Hello Gifted Children Backward R Us? I have a potential member...)- when this discussion happened:

Chris - Mom?
Me - Yes Dear? (For real y'all, crap like this comes out of my mouth sometimes.)
Chris - Does no TV mean no cartoons?
Me - No cartoons. No TV at all.
Chris - But Moooooom, "Unwrapped" is fixin' to come on.
Me - Sorry.

***Note to Tampax - Your Tampax Pearl commercial where the young lady fixes the leak in the boat with a tampon? Nasty. One of the top three in "Shouldn't be allowed to air *ever*!***

Also, has anyone seen my "One Louder" sweatshirt? Honestly, I have looked all over and the thing is MIA. It is light grey, about this big, and looks like one of those athletic department shirts. It has an 11 in the middle and One Louder arched over it. If you see it, would you tell it to get its butt home? If you get its reference, bonus points. I wonder if the pants I lost a few months ago lured it to the dark side? Don't laugh, you know you misplace stuff, I just lose clothes instead of my keys. It happens.

And now for the artsy-fartsy portion of the program.