Zookeeper

Last night was Marc's turn to stay over at his brother's house, so I went over there and had dinner and hung out for a while. Erin, Marc and I spent most of our time making up our lists of celebrities that we'd put in our "Top 10." I had Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Scott Speedman, Tyson Beckford, and others. Marc had Julia Stiles, Christina Aguilera (eww) and Mariah Carey - Christmas Album version. He's got weird taste, that boy. I don't know what that says about me.

Jacob was cute, he told me he wanted to show me something, and that I had to close my eyes. So we go upstairs to the kids' bathroom, and he tells me to open my eyes. He's just standing in the bathroom beaming, and I can't figure out what he wants to show me. I'm like, "what did you want to show me?" And he grabs this new tube of toothpaste and goes, "Power Rangers!" Turns out he got a new tube of Power Ranger toothpaste.

Later, he tells me he needs to show me something else. So again I close my eyes, and we go into the kitchen. He starts rummaging through the fridge. We're there for like 5 minutes, and he's rummaging and mumbling. Finally he's like, "okay, I've got three things I can show you, but I have to go potty." And he closes the fridge door and runs to the bathroom.

I go back to watch TV, and he comes to get me again. So back to the fridge we go. A few minutes later, he tells me I can open my eyes again. And he's like, "okay, hmm, I have apple juice, cranberry juice, milk, and....that one." "That one" happened to be a bottle of Coke. Knowing he's not supposed to have soda, I say, "well, do you want apple juice, milk, or water?" And he says, "well...I have apple juice...but I also have that one." Again, he points to the Coke. We have this exchange a few times before I say, "well, you're not supposed to have soda, Jacob, so do you want apple juice or milk?" At which point he says he doesn't want anything.

Of course, a couple minutes later he asks his mom for apple juice. I guess he realized he wasn't going to be able to con Auntie Bonnie. So cute, lol.

So I got home kinda late, let the dogs (muddy and wet) inside, and went upstairs. I was on the computer when I heard Bandit bark. Snoopy was upstairs sleeping, so I figured he must have to go himself this time. I go downstairs, and he's lying on the floor. I head over to the sliding door, but he doesn't get up. So I'm like, "what the hell?" All of a sudden I hear, "meow...meow..." coming from the downstairs bathroom. Turns out I had somehow locked Stubby inside the bathroom. It was a good thing Bandit barked, because I probably would've gone to bed without knowing.

He's like the little zookeeper of the house, haha.