ME - Max, if you do not stop being gross, I am going to make a whole scrapbook page about the gross things you have done today.
MAX - Well, ok. But just don't put it on Facebook, o.k?
I walked by him reading over his brother's shoulder....with a drumstick up both nostrils.
And I got into the car and the boys are laughing so hard I thought someone was crying.
Alex was the one who fessed up that Max had discovered, quite by accident, when you are sweating profusely in a hot car....those lovely underarm noises are much more "authentic" when your arm pit is a bit...juicy.
I should be happy they were entertaining themselves in a 90 degree car while I chatted with the neighbor....
I didn't mean to use scrapbooking as a punishment.
But it was very hot in the car and it was the end of a long day......and he had been very gross.
The photo: from Easter where Max wanted me to take a picture of him re-enacting the Sandpeople yell from Star Wars with a tree branch.
Watch his cousin Madison in the background of these pictures almost take out Alex:)
Hey Madison....whatcha doin' with that stick?
He's a black belt, people.