99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall...

Well, this time not 99 bottles... and not on the wall... instead three bottles sitting on the pantry floor. They were there because we emptied out the cooler from our bbq on Saturday and Chase with his "what can I get into that I am not supposed to" radar found the bottles. And as he is sitting in the pantry, winging around a bottle, Landon runs in and decides to take over my role and take it away from him and as they are playing tug of war, Chase decides that Landon can just have it and there goes Landon with the bottle flying into the tile floor and the bottle breaks and there are my two little boys, sitting in a puddle of beer and broken glass at seven o'clock in the morning. Thankfully, neither one was hurt... and Landon learned a valuable lesson: never spill beer on yourself because it smells bad and you will have to take a bath right away!