Thank God it's almost Friday

Yesterday at work, about 5 minutes after taking the kids out to the playground, I was in the middle of keeping two kids from throwing sand on each other (again) when I looked up to find Mr. D, one of my 4-year-old precious tyrants, standing on top of the play equipment with his pants hanging at his ankles. I actually did a double-take thinking, Surely I must not be seeing what I'm seeing. But there he was, with his little black weinus hanging out for all the kids to see, just laughing this loud (somewhat evil) laugh, like he was king of the mini weinus world.

So I left the sand-throwing kids to fend for themselves and with a "Do I LOOK happy?-face" I headed over to him. Once he saw that I was on my way, he just laughed more. I took a hold of his arm, so he wouldn't run away (because that's all I needed) and asked him what he was doing. His reply: more evil laughter. So I pulled up his pants for him since he refused to do it and off he ran.

Just how I love starting off my afternoons...