Mischief, mischief, mischief....

I have a couple stories to tell. One just happened a couple nights ago, and the second happened last summer. My family is familiar with the 2nd one, but it happened before the blog was created, and since the 1st story reminded me so much of the second story, I felt it should be included. Confused?

Tale #1: The Hulk's Apprentice

The characters:

An artistically-inclined (at least on this day he was) little 4-year-old boy.

A box of food-coloring sitting, so temptingly, on the kitchen counter.

The plot: (scroll down)

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Tale #2: Potty in Pink

The characters:

A bored and, unfortunately, undersupervised little 3-year-old boy.

An innocent-looking bottle of fingernail polish left unwisely within reach of said boy.

An unsuspecting toilet, minding its own business.

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Now where, one might wonder, were the parents of this little boy while these incidents were occurring? The trusting mother happened to be at work during both episodes, leaving the care of the young child to his very capable father. 'Nuff said