|Clayton looking tough|
Clayton keeps me on my toes. Yesterday he got red crayon on my pale yellow, new bedspread. I need to call Crayola. I know they have a special formula to get crayon out of fabric that involves WD-40.
We have a beautiful, fluffy white cat. One day Clayton dunked him in a big mud puddle........just because. He felt bad about it and gave him a bath afterwards.
I try not to take him shopping at the mall if I can help it. He hates it. The other night while Carrington was at dance, I needed to go to the mall. He especially hates the store, New York & Co. As we went in the store he said, "This store is my worst enemy!"
Recently one of my husband's employees was in town for a meeting. He spent the night at our house. Before he came, I made brownies. Unbeknownst to me, Clayton dropped 2 big globs of brownie on the floor of our guest bathroom and left them there the day before our guest arrived. I had cleaned the bathroom, so I didn't bother to look in there. The day after we had company, I went in there and saw the brownies on the floor. I knew it was brownies and who the culprit was, but it didn't look like brownies. I called Clayton to the bathroom and asked him if he did it, and he said yes. I just busted out laughing. I never know what he's going to do!