Most times…I have no concerns about my kids and the ability to think through things. I think they are well adjusted. For the most part. When they sauté white onions and green onions in butter, fry bacon and mix it into ramen noodles (yes, Hell’s Kitchen strikes again…) I know that if they are hungry…they can feed and sustain themselves. But when I come home to find the wet vac in an unusual place…I have to question it…

Me on the phone with Okoye: why is the shopvac in the living room?
Okoye: whats a shopvac?
M: the red round thing that looks like a vacuum
O: oh…Miyagi pooped
M:
O: mom???
M: miyagi pooped….andddddd….what???
O: I vacuumed it up….

Yes. He vacuumed up dog poop with my wetvac. Lord help me….