Is It Really Only 10:00 a.m.??

Good Morning Harold. You slept in until 9:00 - I bet you feel great. What's that? You have some homework to do today. Okay buddy, what do have to do? WHAT? You have a Poetry Book you have to put together with 10 poems and illustrations and you only have three drafts completed? ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? You're not kidding me? Well, get going on it.

Only took him a couple of hours.

Then....What is that racket? You guys did what?? You threw a ball into the curtain and the whole curtain, rod and all, collapsed to the ground? Seriously, just a ball hit it and now the entire bracket is ripped from the wall? ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? You're not kidding. Well, see if your Daddy can fix it.

I hate to say "miraculously" he fixed it - BUT....miraculously, he fixed it. Hubby has never been mistaken for a Handy Man, but today he did good.

His Dad working with tools threw Chip into a manly tool frenzy. At 9:30 a.m. he is beating the life out of this poor piece of wood in the garage.

At 9:35 a.m. he has beaten the hammer into submission and it breaks in two. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Who breaks the head right off of a hammer. Chip does that is who.

What did you do before 10:00 a.m. Sunday morning???