We recently got our floors redone in our house, so we had a constant flow of construction workers in and out of our house for about two weeks. Lynlee did not like this. She called them "The Boys." They usually came over early in the morning, and would ring the doorbell around 8. Lynlee would turn to me with a scared look on her face and say, "Mommy! The Boys are here..."
They were tearing out our tile, so they had to cover all of our electronics with plastic covering. So, when Lynlee and I got home one night the tv was all covered up in plastic. She was not happy. She looked up at me, and said, "Mommy! The Boys did it. The Boys taped T.V. Mean boys."
Then a few days later, Lynlee left a cupcake on the counter which I told her she could have in the morning. When she woke up the next morning, it was gone. She started crying..."The Boys took it! The Boys took my pink cupcake." (ok ok, I ate it, so sue me.)
Then today, Lynlee found crayon markings on the wall. She grabbed my hand, and brought me to the crayon markings and said, "Mom. Look what The Boys did. The Boys did it."
How clever.
