Death of a Paper Doll.

The day my in laws were coming, I thought I could set up something 'fun' for the boys to do by themselves at the table while I cleaned. It didn't go as well as planned.

Matthew whined as soon as I said the word 'doll.' My mom and I were on the phone and she overheard this conversation:

Matthew: I HATE THIS! I hate paper dolls. Why do we have to do this?! (in his best whiny voice)

Ethan: It's OK Matthew. See. I'm doing it. This will be fun.

Meanwhile, the complaining continued...and became very contagious. When I turned around to talk to them about their whining, I found Ethan pouting...JUST LIKE MATTHEW. Ethan, however, decided to tear its leg off, in an attempt to stop any more paper doll activities. It didn't get better...in fact the dismantling of the paper dolls got worse.

Matthew's paper doll...before.

The end.

Note to self: NO MORE PAPER DOLLS!