Yesterday I left Will in my room watching "Woody-Buzzy-Show" (Toy Story 3) while I went down to the basement to do some laundry. Coleman and Maggie followed me down hoping they could whine their way into getting some of the Mt. Dew out of the pantry that Dan had stashed in there. No way, guys. 10 minutes later I emerged to find that my little movie watcher Will had taken it upon himself to cover my room with the 200+ coupon ads Dan's mom had given us. They completely covered the floor and bed, and had been stuffed into the windows so that they entirely filled the space between the screen and the glass.
This is another reason why I just can't coupon.
Anyway, I took in the scene and screamed, "William! Get in here!" He didn't come. "Willy. Come here right now and clean up your mess!" Still nothing.
I stormed down the hall to find the boy and met him cowering around the corner. Then the little stinker made me laugh with this clever response, "Oh. Hi Mom. I Coleman."
"I know you're not Coleman, Will." I said.
"Oh. Sorry," was his response.
What a smart kid! He tried to get out of trouble by pretending to be his brother. He's 2.
And so the twin games begin...