the funniest morning of a bad week.

Jackson is 7 now, and I've found 7 to be a funny age. He has different levels when he is acknowledging what I say.

There's 'uh huh' which means he isn't listening to me at all, because his face is either buried in his iPad or he's watching the Simpsons.

Then we have the 'ok ok, I got it' which means he understands and he will do what I ask if I stop talking.

Then there's my favorite 'yeah, I'll do that now' which means he does it right away.

This morning I had forgotten Jack's socks upstairs, but the boys were eating breakfast, and Jacob was secured in his high chair. I decided to go get them myself. I said to Jack 'I'll be right back, if you leave the table put your juice on the counter. I don't want Jacob to get it.'

'Uh huh' he replies and I already know I shouldn't leave the room but I do anyways. It took me 45 seconds to come back downstairs.

Jack is now sitting on the couch, and Jacob is laying on the table slurping up orange juice as fast as he can. His entire outfit is soaking wet and he will be sticky in a matter of minutes. I usually don't dress him before breakfast because he's a messy kid, but I slipped up this time. That was the last clean outfit that actually fit him, and all his clothes were in the wash.

I took him to the bath to clean him up, then I let him play in the tub. The bathroom is right next to his dresser, so with the door open I could watch him play with his little duck.

Pajamas, that's all that's left. Embarrassing since he attends the daycare where I work. I like my kids looking nice when they're with my co-workers, but oh well.

I go to get him out of the tub, and he doesn't have his duck in his hand anymore. He has poop in his hand, on his cheek, it's smeared on the side of the tub and some is floating around him. So out of the bath and into the shower for him to get cleaned up again.

Everything went smoothly after that and the cleanup was actually pretty easy.

It's nothing I can get mad about either. I always knew Jacob was a magician. When he was 10 months old he could get himself naked as a baby while he was strapped into his car seat. Now at a year and a half he can do anything, with him when there's a will there's a way.

But now the house is empty, I have an hour before work, and it's time for my guilty mom pleasure, American Horror Story, yay!