Washer 1 - Daddy 0

Lately ... I don't know WHAT started it. But, BJ has been afraid of the washing machine. I mean, he won't even go NEAR it without someone being right next to him. It's the oddest thing. Seeing as before this, he LOVED helping with laundry. Like I said. I don't know what triggered it. I just know now, I lost my cheap labor helper. Haha. Kidding.

Anywho. Onto Brian's BRILLIANT plan to teach BJ NOT to be afraid of the washer.

He takes BJ into the room, tells him there is nothing to be afraid of ... the washer won't hurt you. **OK. So far so good ...**

Think he stops there? NO. Why? A'cause he's a MAN...

Then he proceeds to beat up the washer. Yeah. It's true. You can't make this stuff up.

Kicks it, slaps it around. Gives it a good punch. **BJ is laughing hysterically**

Think he stops at that? Seriously. Do you even need me to answer that? Didn't think so.

He then decided to give it one last knock out punch to really seal the deal.

Gets ready ... goes for it... and ....

~**~* BAM *~**~

Hand slips off, and bashes his forearm ... all the mean while trying to keep a straight face and not scream ... after all... The washer won't hurt you right?

Ahem.

The result? Daddy has a HUGE bruise on his forearm, all because he didn't listen to his four year old warning him, the washer is gonna hurt you!

So. Next time you see Brian. Go ahead and ask him what that bruise on his arm is from, and don't believe him when he tells you it's from me hitting him in my sleep .... .. ...

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Or WAS IT? ... Muahahaha.