Wednesday, 24 June 2015
Mr Busy = Funniest Boy on Earth
There is a child in my house who does some very strange things. The said child also loves to bake biscuits (cookies). Today was end-of-term class party day, a couple of days early, and so last night was baking night. He was quite intent on ensuring that the girls in his class would have their favourite bikkies, made by his very own hand. He's so sweet!
But tonight, when I went looking for butter, the picture above is what I found. On Sunday afternoon there were four 250g blocks of butter. Now there are three half blocks. I shook my head, more than a little bemused, and called out for Mr Busy to come and have a chat with me about this. It began with first, middle and last name.
Mr Busy: What have I done now?
Me: Come and look at this? (to which I slowly pointed to each. half. block)
Mr Busy: Uhhhh … yeeeaaahhhh.
Me: What is this? Why are there three half blocks? What did you do? Need 125g, cut half and put half away. Next time you need butter, grab a whole block, cut in half, put half away. How many times did you do this? What were you thinking? This is what scales are for!! You get out the bits of butter and weigh some bits until you get to the weight you need, so that you don't use Every. Single. Block. (with tone of voice escalating as to the absurdity of the whole scene)
There may or may not have been girly slapping at a big strapping young lad at this point.
Mr Busy: (laughing) OK, Mum. I get it. I'm sorry…..as he wandered off to his room again.
And then we were both laughing. Him louder than me. Because I still have three half blocks of butter.